My heart fluttered when I opened the email.
My husband and I had been invited to an important dinner – one of those “by-invitation-only” sort of affairs. Privately, I’d been hoping that we’d be included as there were a number of well-known names attending. People I’d only read about, but never met.
Let’s just say that I was pretty excited about the prospect of sitting down with them at a dinner party.
Okay…really, really excited.
So I could hardly wait to announce the Big News to my husband. “Woo-hoo, Babe! You’re never gonna guess….” And he didn’t. So I told him.
“You and I have been invited to the Annual Dinner!!”
For some reason, he’s not at thrilled about these things (I don’t get out much). But he seemed even less-enthusiastic than usual.
At that point he reminded me that we’d already made plans for a barbecue that same evening with another group of friends. You know, everyday, ordinary friends (and, yes, the best kind).
Hmmm… thought about that. Then came up with the perfect solution: we’ll cancel our plans with them. Ta-da! Problem solved.
Except for one thing.
My husband is a man of his word. He’s one of these guys who “swears to his own hurt and does not change” (Ps. 15:4) and usually I admire this about him.
But not this time. This time he was swearing to MY hurt. And I didn’t appreciate it nearly as much.
[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]