My sweet husband even took out all my clothes to do this chore, and then re-hung them again after he was finished. He insisted that I rest with my headache.
After he was done, I was genuinely surprised at how much of a difference those ten inches made, and I gratefully exclaimed, “Oh, this is SO MUCH BETTER! Thank you!” And I gave him a big hug.
I could tell by the way he hugged me back, and the proud little grin on his face, that he was happy I was so pleased.
I found myself thinking about all the times I take for granted the really nice things he does for me. I try to thank him, but we all know the difference between a routine thank-you, and a really heartfelt expression of genuine gratitude.
And, I’m ashamed of some of the things I complain about, especially that he doesn’t follow some of my fanatical protocols in the kitchen: Did you soak the tomatoes in bleach solution? I don’t think you washed your hands long enough. Blah, blah!
Hmm, I wouldn’t blame him if he threw a tomato at me. Often the people we live with are the ones we forget to appreciate the most. It’s so easy to notice what they do to annoy us, because they are always around, but we grow used to their kindnesses, as though we deserve them.
I’m going to make a real effort to truly give thanks to my husband, for all his little expressions of love to me. I really am grateful. I just need to express it more.
Oh, he just came in from the supermarket with bags of groceries. He’s fixing dinner tonight so I can rest my head.
Thank you, Lord, for this good man you have given to me. Help me to see my own faults and failings, but give me the grace to overlook his. And most of all, grant that I may not permit even one act of love and kindness he shows me to go unappreciated.
P.S. And Lord, remind me to make him his beloved cheesecake tomorrow. : )