There is so much to be grateful for every moment, yet we forget and stumble into grumbling and badgering in our closest most important relationships. OK, well, at least I do. Marriage is the toughest, roughest and best of times, nearly every day.
It has been raining around here lately and I even wished I had an umbrella as we scouted out the best bushes at the garden center. My husband suggested I go to the car and get warm and then he kindly escorted me, flipped on the ignition and cranked up the heat. By the time he got back with some worthy plants, I had happily listed about 10 new things to be grateful for – his landscape skills, his tolerance of my lack of cooking and cleaning as I work 60 some hours a week, his industry to get things fixed, prepped and cleaned, the humility that would make him distressed if he knew I was bragging about him here. Fortunately, he doesn’t read my blog. So maybe this is a test of sorts.
Mainly, we can take comfort in each others commitment, trust and just being there. I have heard it said – we are in the foxhole together. We are also sharing an umbrella. Let it rain.