Most importantly, it gave Emily the freedom to stay home after Noah was born.
Emily had a way of making ordinary things feel important.
She remembered every birthday.
She baked cookies for neighbors she barely knew.
She thanked waiters by name.
She wrote handwritten Christmas cards when everyone else sent texts.
She believed kindness wasn’t something people deserved.
It was something people needed.
Sometimes I’d come home exhausted, covered in warehouse dust, and she’d simply smile, hand me a cup of coffee, and somehow the entire day felt lighter.
« You carry too much on your shoulders, » she’d say.
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