
Husband Appreciation Day is when we ladies pay tribute to our better halves – when we all can’t always be better.
He may watch sports permanently. Hog the newspaper. Or seem to sleep at all hours…
But shows up when it’s time.
Not perfect. Just present. And that counts.
π₯
He mentions that he’s just resting his eyes and wakes up three hours later.
He canβt find the food you cooked on the table, yet locates the chocolates you hid.
He does not do the dishes, but has time for the remote.
He suggests solutions when you asked for empathy, and sympathy when you needed silence.
But when life becomes chaotic, unjust, hair-tearing or plain unbearable, he stays quietly (or not) by you.
Dependable. Knowing. Frustratingly stoic.
So today we pay tribute to a guy who can’t remember when your birthday is, but somehow shows up with the wrong present.
π₯
Original reflective drabble by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. The drabble after the first wine glass set is 100 words.
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