16/10/2025
I’ve always kissed my husband goodbye.
But lately… it’s become something more.
Somewhere in the midst of rebuilding the rhythms of home,
I started treating that moment as sacred.
Not a quick routine. Not a habit.
A faithful, intentional pause.
I stop what I’m doing.
Find him. Look him in the eyes.
Kiss him. Hug him. Bless him on his way.
Because what I’ve learned and what I shared in this carousel
is that this small act carries weight.
It lowers stress, strengthens our bond, adds peace to the home…
and maybe even years to a life.
But beyond all that our children see it.
They watch the tenderness.
They see love modeled in the most ordinary way.
And one day, when it’s their turn to build a home,
they’ll remember what love looked like, simple, steadfast, unhurried.
So no matter how busy the morning is,
kiss him anyway.
Do it on purpose.
Make it your family’s rhythm,
not just your habit. 🤍
Thankyou