It’s funny how the little things can turn into big fights.

It’s funny how the little things can turn into big fights.

Like who took out the trash, or who left the dishes soaking ‘too long.’ We’ve had arguments over socks on the floor that felt bigger than world wars. But then there are nights when I notice you quietly folding the laundry I forgot about… or wiping the counters even though it wasn’t your turn. And instead of snapping about what didn’t get done, I catch myself smiling—because you’re still showing up for us in the small ways. That’s the kind of love that lasts. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting chores erase the gratitude I actually feel.