The night before, I’d hired a local catering service. They delivered the food before anyone arrived, and I simply plated it. When my husband complimented the meal, I smiled and said, “I’m glad you liked it.” Later, when he discovered I hadn’t cooked, he looked stunned. I told him gently, “See how easy it is to appreciate a good meal when someone else does the work?”

That day changed things. My husband finally understood that gratitude isn’t about grand gestures — it’s about effort, partnership, and respect. Now, his family still visits, but everyone brings a dish, and he helps clean up. Sundays no longer feel like work; they feel like family again. Sometimes, the best lessons are served with a side of truth and a little bit of peace.