A couple of Mondays ago I had a “true Monday,” meaning that nothing went smoothly all day. I forgot my laptop in my car, which I realized after I got into my office, it started raining outside when I returned to the parking lot to get my laptop, my computer glitched, I spilled coffee, the list goes on and on. When I came home for the evening, I was exhausted and really ready for my Monday to be over. I walked in the house (apparently with a very worn out expression on my face) and then I saw my husband standing in the dining room. We had bought flowers, set the table, lit candles and grilled us a world-class dinner.
David said that the best part of my reaction was watching my worn-out expression quickly shift to one of joy. It meant so much to me that he had been thoughtful and sweet—but it was also awesome that I didn’t have to cook! With the day I had, I probably would have mistaken salt for sugar! :)
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