My husband Daniel and I have been married for nearly two years and share a beautiful daughter who’s just started teething. Life has been wonderful, but Daniel’s recent odd behavior made me question our relationship. He began coming home late with freshly baked cornbread, claiming he made it in a cooking class. This was strange for Daniel, who rarely cooks.

Suspicious, I followed him one evening and saw him go to our neighbor Alice’s house. They hugged warmly, and he entered her home. My mind raced with fears of infidelity. When he returned with another loaf of cornbread, I confronted him. He smiled and said, “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

Daniel explained that he had written a note years ago about me making cornbread for teething children. He’d asked Alice, an excellent baker, for help to recreate it for our daughter. The cornbread soothed her gums and helped her sleep better.

Realizing his gestures were out of love, I felt a rush of affection. “I cherish my hubby with all that I am,” I thought. That night, as our daughter slept peacefully, I was filled with gratitude for our little family and Daniel’s thoughtful acts of love.