See.
Her husband died so unexpectedly while they were eating pie.
One minute they were talking.
The next he was gone.
It is one of the most heartbreaking stories I have ever been told.
She would tell me she wishes she could take back all the times she got mad at how he folded the towels and replace them with thankfulness that he DID in fact fold the towels.
Every time the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of does laundry I think of this.
It is so easy to let my A-Type personality bleed through and micromanage him.
But instead I sit there and am just so thankful he is willing to help.
Do I go back and fix a few things so they fit in our drawers? Yeah.
Because we don't have a TON of space and things need to fit.
But do I love that is SO willing to help me?
Yes. Yes I do. I adore it!
I have had to learn to change my tone from nagging to learn how to lovingly remind my husband why it is important to wash certain clothes a certain way.
And I fear that it came off as nagging, I apologize and tell him I am not trying to nag him.
That usually smoothes over any tension he may have had.
Life is too short to get upset that the dishes move spots or that he has THREE different ways to fold a towel. (Not even exaggerating! I counted!)
I told him I didn't care which one he picked, but he had to pick ONE because otherwise the towel stacks fall over in the closet! LOL
He is so helpful and I there is so much I want to do to show him I loved him.
I am struggling right now with the whole having energy enough to do anything.
And being emotional doesn't help.
I love and appreciate my husband more than I could ever ever ever explain in words.
He is the love of my life.
The male whom I am fond of.
The male who I will always be fond of.
My best friend.
Gosh I am so blessed!