The Ugly Cry.
My sweet, sweet husband of nearly fourteen years graciously allowed me to indulge in self pity and frustration and then prayed for me. He was dealing with issues of frustration of his own, but he valiantly put them aside while I used approximately 73 Puffs Plus with lotion tissues and bawled like a baby.
What an amazing guy. I am truly blessed.
After a few moments of wrangling the wayward tissues into the wastebasket, I told him how much better I felt after my indulgence. He looked at me skeptically. The evidence on my face had yet to catch up with my declaration, I guess.
I was able to regain my composure, make dinner and clean up the kitchen. No small feat, on any given day, let alone a day like today - I gotta tell you. After some reflection, I told him that if HE would allow himself to have an ugly cry, then he might feel better too.
I saw his eyes roll back into his head as he was mentally counting the days of
He's a gem, I tell ya. A real gem.
Counting it all Venus and Mars joy,