… is the absolute highlight of any of my days.
His laughter is pure joy and my heart’s delight. His smile, even his frowny face (that he often does in silliness) brings my heart so much joy. How I got so lucky as to call him my own, I’ll never understand.
I love spending time with him more than anything. So it doesn’t make sense to me that yesterday, I would tell him that I didn’t want to spend time with him, in a brief moment of frustration and impatience.
I looked at him and said, “I don’t want to hang out with you!”
Five minutes – of putting away laundry together in silence – later, I burst into tears and hugged him, saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
I feel as though the words I say the most since we’ve been married (besides, “I love you”) are: “I’m sorry I was so harsh.” Always with some varying detailed apology to follow.
He’s so good to me. He’s so patient and forgiving, calm, slow to anger, and loving.
I’m impatient, harsh, exaggerative, and quick to anger.
It’s like living off of humble pie.
(Which happens to be the name of a film we watched last night “Humble Pie“. Don’t ever waste your time. We wish we had that 94 minutes of our life back.)