“People will likely never see my husband hold my hand in public.
People will rarely see him gush over me on social media.
People will not see elaborate birthday, anniversary, or Mother’s Day posts.
Flowers do not arrive at my office on special occasions for the world to see.
My husband doesn’t love loud.
He loves in the quiet of holding my hand in his truck while we drive.
He loves in doing the dishes while singing praise music because he knows I gush at the sound of his voice.
He loves in picking up toys, doing homework with our daughter, and putting the toddler to bed so I can shower and take a break.
He loves in quiet by bringing home my favorite ice cream even though it wasn’t on the grocery list I gave him.
He loves in quiet by sitting by my side on a porch swing watching our children play.
Love doesn’t have to be loud and upfront for everyone to see, but it’s okay if it is.
But quiet love, quiet love is for me. It’s okay if the world doesn’t see it often because I do and that’s all that matters.”
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