The real flex isn’t flashy things. It’s his servant heart , massaging my feet after a long shift. This kind of love doesn’t always get posted. It doesn’t always come with a bow. But it’s the kind of love that changes generations. After 19 years of marriage, I still catch my breath at the way he loves me. Through the survival seasons. Through the burnout. Through the building and the rebuilding. The real flex is getting out of survival mode and showing each other an old-school kind of love. That’