Mornings used to be our battlefield. Who hogged the bathroom, who forgot to make coffee, who left socks in the hallway.

Mornings used to be our battlefield. Who hogged the bathroom, who forgot to make coffee, who left socks in the hallway.

We’d snap at each other before the day even started. But then I started noticing—you setting my mug out next to the pot, you grabbing my keys when I was running late, you letting me shower first even when you had less time. Tiny things I almost ignored. And when I finally said, ‘Thanks for doing that,’ you laughed like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It was love showing up before 9 a.m. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting the rush of the day erase the gratitude we actually need.