He took over the supermarket run when he saw my face at 5 p.m.

Dear Delyara, I had not asked. That was the whole gift. I was making tea and mentally listing what we were out of when my husband looked at me and said, “You stay. I’ll go.” There was no drama in his voice, no sense that I needed to justify why a supermarket trip — something so ordinary — suddenly felt like one burden too many. That’s what touched me. He understood the scale correctly. Because some acts of care are not about rescuing you from huge things. They are about removing one badly timed, fluorescent-lit, decision-heavy errand before it tips your whole evening into bitterness. When he came back, I felt more loved than the groceries probably warranted.