What can I say to you, dear,
to get you to understand,
how very much I appreciate
the power that you hold in your hand
I snuck this photo of you washing up the kitchen this past Sunday
and I took it because I wanted you to know
that I noticed.
I notice when you help me around the house after a crazy day of educating/molding the children.
I notice when you put an extra load of wash in and quickly get it folded when I'm not even looking.
When you take this time to do this for me, it speaks to me that you care.
It tells me that you realize that I need a helping hand and even though the dishes will be soon piled up again at breakfast,
you know how it will lighten my ever busy load.
You don't have to do it, but goodness, it helps my heart so much.
~B
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