‘Twas the night of small kindness, not a word did he say,

But his socks disappeared in a most magic way.

The dogs had been walked, given water with care,

While I sat in my thoughts with no burdens to bear.

He cooked us our dinner, then scrubbed every plate,

No mention of medals or how he’d been great.

He gave me some space just to breathe and create,

While he quietly tended to chores on his slate.

When the time came for bed, he pulled back the spread,

No sly little smirk, no “look what I’ve done” said.

He hugged me with comfort, no motive but grace,

Then kissed me goodnight with a soft, steady face.

And early next morning, before I could blink,

I wandered on out to pour coffee and think—

But lo! What to my wondering eyes did appear?

His mug, rinsed and resting. The message was clear:

Not all love is spoken, or wrapped in a bow,

Some comes in the silence, where kind actions grow.

So here’s to the heroes of socks and of mugs,

Who ask for no spotlight—just offer their hugs.

Take a moment and think about the small deeds in your own life—the ones that made you feel seen, supported, or safe. Who shows up for you in quiet ways? Feel free to share in the comments. Let’s honor the unsung moments that make love last.