04/29/2025
Love can be loud and splashy. It can make grand gestures, big enough to be seen from the street.
It can sparkle on fingers and dangle from chains of gold and platinum.
It can shout its presence from the rooftops, down on a knee or written on a banner behind a plane flying over the arena.
But it can also sneak in, unannounced. It can hide in the corners, where, if you’re not paying attention, you might just miss some of its very best parts.
My husband cleaned out our refrigerator today. The act itself was unremarkable. He’s a teacher, and though he’s still toiling away at grad school this summer, while the school at which he teaches is closed, he’s been on a mission to do one project in the house every day. So yesterday it was the refrigerator.
And in the smallest, most seemingly inconsequential details, I saw it … plain as day. It was right there in the way that he moved everything that I use the most to the front, where, at five feet tall, I would be able to see it, and everything he uses the most to the back, where, at six feet tall, he’d have no trouble finding it.
Sometimes love shouts. And sometimes, if you look really carefully, it’s in the quiet crevices of every day life.
Even in the fridge. 💕
{image is a photo of our newly cleaned out fridge. I took the photo in part for this post, but also to remember it because it will probably never look this good again. 😂}