Does devotion look like a mustard jar? Or a sandwich, at 6:30 am?
Or a bagel with cream cheese?
I think it does. Every morning, I wake up when Adam does at 6:30, and he goes and gets ready in the bathroom. I go out to the kitchen and pour him a cup of coffee. Then I make his breakfast. He comes out of the bathroom and sits down, and eats breakfast, while I make his lunch.
I've been doing this for nearly four years.
I wonder to myself, if and when we have children, will this change? I imagine it will. But for now, it is our daily routine. It is an example of devotion. It is simple, and real, and wholly love.