Tuesdays have become my Monday lately. It seems that they are full of angst, crisis, and tears. I don't know why, Stephen thinks it's crazy, but it's true.
Last Tuesday was a humdinger. It was the worst one ever, I'm pretty sure I didn't like anyone that day. But today was different.
I woke up, and went about my normal morning rituals. When I sat down by Stephen on the couch I mentioned that I looked bad. I mean I said, "I look bad!" He looked at me, rubbed his head like he does when he can come up with no words at all and walked out of the room.
I thought is was weird, but continued to read the paper. He came back in, sat beside me, and told me to never say that again.
I cried. I'm crying now just thinking about it. It was such a sweet thing for him to do. He reminded me that he loved me, no matter how I looked. And that I wasn't to say it again!
I pray that moment in time stays with me for all of my days. It spoke volumes to me. As I sat there I thought that this was the best Christmas present, and it had been delivered two days before Thanksgiving!
I don't talk about Stephen much here. We have our ups and downs, just like everyone. But our love is steadfast and true. And sometimes its little moments like this one that remind me.
I hope you've had a great Tuesday!
Ps. He left to brush his teeth so he could talk to me! Morning breath grosses me out BAD!
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