Sometimes I don’t know what to do with a situation that, honestly, wasn’t fun (at all) but still reminds me of what it means to love you.
Sunday morning, you let me sleep in a little bit. I came downstairs and discovered you hadn’t fed breakfast to the kiddos. I said some smart aleck comment or otherwise was ‘ungentle’ in my handling of the situation.
It hit a nerve with you. We’ll leave that there.
The problem was that I wasn’t sure exactly what nerve I hit. Honestly, as of this writing (3 days later), I’m still not sure what nerve I hit.
What the situation brought up in me is that I wanted to figure it out. And if I want to understand you better, then I know I need to do better at getting to know you during the times when we’re not in mini-crisis mode. I need to seek to understand you.
I love you because you are a mystery. I’ll never finish getting to know you. I’ll never finish getting better at being your husband and friend. I’m excited that these little hiccups reveal that I got work to do.
I know that sounds strange, but it’s actually exciting. You’re a mystery. I’m working on it. It’s fun.