This week, I spent a lot of time at work. I had meetings all day every day, and we had team building activities in the evening every night. I left at 7:30am in the morning and returned at 9:30pm at night.

I knew when I got home last night, that I was running out of clean underwear and I had planned to come home and stay up until midnight watching TV and doing laundry. I came home and my wife had done my laundry.

It wasn't her job. I didn't expect her to do it. She knew I was working a lot and she knew I would be tired. She did it because she cared about me. She was being kind. It makes me feel loved and it makes me want to return that love.