There have been a few events recently that have reminded me how compassionate you are and how soft your heart is. Most notably, my mom got in a car wreck a few days ago.
Nobody got seriously injured, but it was a pretty crazy wreck: tire flew off a car on the other side of the interstate, it bounced on the concrete median and then slammed into the pickup truck my mom was driving. It hit the bar that runs up between the driver side window and the windshield. It busted out the windshield and the back window exploded after the truck came to a stop.
Thankfully, the tire hit where it hit and didn’t hit the windshield head on. That could have been tragic.
So… the way you talked about it and the look on your face over the next couple days when it came up were a comfort to me. I can’t really describe it, but empathy with the fear and the emotino my mom had to have been feeling meant a lot to me.
Thanks for your compassion. It’s part of what I love about you.
Every once in a while, you get a little tongue-tied. You feel this pressure to get the words out or to say things a certain way or do something. I can’t quite place where it’s coming from. It’s cute at times; it makes me a little sad sometimes (when you’re struggling out of frustration).
The thing is that you don’t hide behind your words. You don’t BS. You are clear on what you feel and what you think. You have no guile. You are an honest person of integrity. Even if I weren’t your husband, I’d trust you absolutely completely with anything–information, a job, a task, my kids, my pets, etc.
Thankfully, I’ve been allowed to trust you with my heart.
(A side note–you used your kind words to encourage the lead teacher yesterday in the class we’re volunteering in. I saw you pat her on the back and tell her she was doing a great job. She was a little freaked out by the size and craziness of the class. You noticed she needed encouraging and you did it. You are an incredible encourager).
I noticed at some point last night that I was kind of being an ass. Not an over the top butt, just a general snarky-ish jerk. Intonation, inflection, smart-alecky comments, etc. Sometimes, I just don’t watch myself and I start treating you how I might treat some guy I’ve been friends with for a long time.
While good-natured ribbing is okay, a semi-steady stream of light jabs ain’t cool. I apologize to you for when I get in that mode. You have rough enough days and perform a job (SAHM) that isn’t always thanked. You don’t need that from me in the evening. By the way, you and I just got off the phone and I apologized–you said you didn’t really notice, but I did.
Anyway, I know you’re not a fragile flower or a dainty vase or some other totally easily bruisable creature. Nonetheless, my words should lift you up and build you up. You deserve to be encourage and affirmed and even praised, even if you don’t necessarily need it from me.
For putting up w/ my moments of smart-aleckness, I love you!