My husband went to the supermarket

and give it a small squeeze. “Thank you. For noticing.”

He squeezes back. “Always.”

And just like that, the night moves on—quiet, ordinary, beautiful.

Later, as I get ready for bed, I open that drawer beneath the sink to put the new pack away. There, tucked behind the cotton swabs, I find a sticky note.

It reads: I saw these here. That’s how I knew. Love continue reading …