Yesterday, my husband got up early to take our oldest to daycare, giving me the gift of a slower, calmer start before Connor’s pediatrician appointment. When he came home, he surprised me with roses—completely unexpected but so thoughtful. Small gestures mean different things to different people, but for me, these two acts meant everything. He lightened my load, eased my stress, and still found a way to show how much he values me. It’s a reminder not to overlook the little things—they’re often the ones that mean the most.
Pumps & Panic 