I’m not going to lie. This weekend was hard. But as always, there were blessings in the trials. And today I feel much better.
Saturday we purchased a couch off of craigslist. It was a bit hectic being that we don’t have a truck available at the current moment for hauling said couch. So Scotland had to scout around for a friend with an appropriate vehicle. He went to the sellers house, picked up the couch with the assistance of his bff, Todd and then brought it to our house. After tossing the pillows and cushions on, he left with Todd.
While he was gone, I surfed the internet for a while and came across some very difficult to read posts. You know what I am talking about right? The type of post that makes you want to just break down and cry for that person, where you ache for their struggle, and in this particular case, where I identified with it.
Fast forward three hours, when my dear husband comes home and wonders what happened to make his perfectly-fine-when-he-left wife into the has-been-crying-for-the-last-three-hours-and-is-now-completely-puffy-eyed wife.
And the next morning? When I was supposed to be getting ready to go to church?
Crying. Uncontrollably.
And then he suggested something that I am sure he only regarded as ordinary.
Saturday we purchased a couch off of craigslist. It was a bit hectic being that we don’t have a truck available at the current moment for hauling said couch. So Scotland had to scout around for a friend with an appropriate vehicle. He went to the sellers house, picked up the couch with the assistance of his bff, Todd and then brought it to our house. After tossing the pillows and cushions on, he left with Todd.
While he was gone, I surfed the internet for a while and came across some very difficult to read posts. You know what I am talking about right? The type of post that makes you want to just break down and cry for that person, where you ache for their struggle, and in this particular case, where I identified with it.
Fast forward three hours, when my dear husband comes home and wonders what happened to make his perfectly-fine-when-he-left wife into the has-been-crying-for-the-last-three-hours-and-is-now-completely-puffy-eyed wife.
And the next morning? When I was supposed to be getting ready to go to church?
Crying. Uncontrollably.
And then he suggested something that I am sure he only regarded as ordinary.
Why don’t you try writing it down. That might help.
Yes. Pages and pages later, I felt better. Not whywasIcryingoversomethingsostupid better, but okIcandealwiththis better.
He knows me so well.
Then I gathered my courage and decided to be a real person again. I got dressed, washed my face and brushed my hair. I broke out the mixer and made a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. With both white chocolate and milk chocolate. I made dinner for us. And I felt better.
And that night, after watching a silly movie with my darling husband, we sat in bed and laughed and laughed with each other, pajama party style. And we finally called a truce to the tickle war at one in the morning.
And that is why I love my husband and I love being married. Because he is the blessing in the midst of my trial.
Post Edit:
Would you like to see some of the cookies? They were super yummy, and Scotland really liked them. Big nerd, I know, I take pictures of my food....
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