Peter could not remember how to do the simplest of jobs, he was grumpy because I was “telling him what to do,” and I was grumpier because I had to repeat myself endlessly. Meanwhile nothing got done.
Besides, it was an ugly windy day, completely unlike what the weather forecaster predicted.
Late in the afternoon, Peter came to me and asked, “Is there anything else I can do wrong?”
He had a plaintive smile, and of course I melted. “I’m sorry I’ve been so grouchy,” I said.
“No, you haven’t, don’t even say that,” he said. He wrapped me in one of his increasingly rare hugs.
“But you didn’t do anything ‘wrong,'” I said, “you just didn’t do anything.” He loves it when I jab him.
He laughed and danced around the kitchen like an elf. “Ya got me!” he said, and everything was alright again.
Header photo: Wildfire damage in Wyoming, 2011.
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I bet a $100 the huggie made it all better!!
Oh mah Judith, feeling like I should know you! Today I stopped at grocery for two items we needed after a football game and who did I run into but my husband….there for the same two things, he said he needed to get out of house and did his “chores”. This happens at least once a month and most times we do not see each other but end up with four OJ’s, 15 bananas, etc…I know I am way behind you and yours but my empathy (right word choice?) is totally there with you!! So thankful for your blog. Prudy.
And thank you for your comments. Too bad we have the reason in common to feel like we know each other tho’.
What a beautiful ending to a not so good day. What a love Peter is!
Aw-w. Too cute. : )