I turned to my daughter and asked her what she meant. She simply looked at me and repeated that she knew who her dad belonged with. Then she climbed back into her chair, picked up her fork, and continued eating like nothing unusual had happened.
Later that night, after she was asleep, my husband sat quietly on the edge of our bed. After a long silence, he whispered, “She’s six years old, and she just knew.” I smiled and told him, “She’s always known.” We didn’t need to say anything else because sometimes the strongest love is recognized without words.
