📖 A Moment Within: My boyfriend is a natural nurturer. He raised plants like prayers, gentle hands, soft words. He’d talk to the vines as he trimmed them, whispering encouragement like they could hear him. I never really understood it. Not until I fell into my own sadness. One day, he handed me a tiny seedling. “Grow it,” he said. I didn’t know how but I tried. Watered it. Sat with it. Watched it reach for light. And slowly, I did too. It flourished. So did I. That’s what nurture does. It grows things, quietly, deeply.