So, all this week I have been giving my husband a hard time (courtesy of my dear friend Tisa who has been training me in this) by reminding him of how blessed he is to have such a beautiful, awesome, confident wife. He takes it all in stride and even agrees with me. Such a sweetie!
We had a date Thursday night. On the way to the restaurant he tells me that he left his wallet at home. I hate when he does this. It must be the “rule follower” in me. My mind quickly runs through the scenario of us getting pulled over and him not having his license and then the events that follow of him having to take care of these tickets and me having to deal with his attitude during these unpleasantries. But, alas, we are on a date. So, I decide not to harp on this and let the evening unfold as it will. We had a nice date. Anytime we can have a meal and a discussion without 25 interruptions per minute is considered nice. Heavenly, actually. It was nice. It was a good choice to not press the wallet issue any further.
The next evening we were on our way to church for a leadership conference. I am telling him that we need to go to the grocery store and get fuel on the way home. He tells me that I will have to let him use my credit card for the gas because he left his wallet in his truck. This time I couldn’t keep the words in my mouth. They just pushed their way out. “John, that is not being responsible.” He didn’t say a word. I didn’t say another word about it either.
He didn’t say a word until we got to church and I was gathering all the stuff to take in-sippy cup (check), diaper bag (check), kindle (check), purse (oh, crud!). At this point, I don’t even remember what he said. Something about being humble. Such a sweetie!