My husband went to the supermarket

figuring out who did what and how.

Now, he knows the brand of my pads. He knows where I keep the extras. He knows when I need chocolate and hot tea without being told. And more than that, he wants to know.

It’s not about the products. It’s about the care. The attention. The quiet, consistent ways he says, I see you. I’ve got you.

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