a lesson in love

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed the other day, and my morning just seemed to follow suit. Allergies were killing me, dirty dishes were in the sink, Lucy kept stealing things, and I dropped Wayne's breakfast down the dishwasher. You know, one of those mornings. So instead of my usual bright-eyed bushy-tailed self, I was snippy and surly with Wayne in the morning. Nothing horrible, nothing you might even be able to specifically call me out on, but there was a definite overall unlovingness and meanness to me that morning.

I did feel badly, though, and so after he left, I wrote Wayne a quick email to apologize for taking out my rough morning on him, and then went to work.

When I returned and opened the door, I was met by this!



Wayne had bought all sorts of fruits (my favorite!), artfully arranged them, and attached little notes to each one that said things like, "If a bad morning brings lemons, let's make lemonade!" "Orange I glad you're home..." "...because you're the apple of my eye!" "Let's make like this mango, and let's tango!"

I was thoroughly touched and humbled at the same time. While Wayne could have confronted me, gotten upset, or returned my snippiness, which is what I might have done, he instead showered me with kindness, love, forgiveness, and grace. Sure teaches me a lesson... what a neat guy, huh? :)

p.s. He also did lots of yardwork while I was gone. Extra brownie points!!!