So I had this really hard day. Or, to be more accurate, I had a really hard week.
And I was close to tears by late afternoon.
He asked me what was wrong and I'm sorry to say that I snapped at him.
Was it not obvious? Hello...? You'd only have to take one look at all the pressures I'd been under the last five days.
He stared at me and I felt a bit of guilt for the hurt I saw there. Taking it out on him. Undeserved.
But not feeling guilty enough to apologize. I was too wrapped up in my own struggles.
I figured it was about to get ugly and, frankly, I had asked for it with my snotty attitude.
Then I saw his countenance visibly change – from offended to compassionate.
He didn't exactly understand where I was coming from – but then again, he didn't need to. What mattered was that I was in a bad place.
His eyes softened.
He reached out with a gentle touch.
Asked if I'd like run into town with him. A mini-errand date.
He also announced to the kids that Mommy was turning in early that night.
And then later ran a hot bubble bath for me.
So, yes, I did end up crying that evening, but these were very different tears. They were the tears that come when someone shows kindness to you that you didn't necessarily deserve.
My husband is the hero in this story. But you know what? I learned something afresh.
I was reminded of the power of offering a simple act of kindness in a relationship.