With my Fibromyalgia, mornings are normally the worst time of day for me so I usually get the kids’ clothes ready the night before and the girls normally come in my room for me to do their hair while I’m still in bed after they get dressed. A few days ago, the alarm went off at 6:30am and I called out to Talia across the hall (she’s the lightest sleeper lol) to wake up Avalyn and Tre so they could all start getting ready for school. Long story short, Barry ended up getting mad because I didn’t get out of the bed to go do the girls’ hair and they ended up waking him up and breaking his rest. He wasn’t thinking and he was like, “BRUH! You need to go do that in the living room!” I didn’t say anything in response which is typically a red flag that I’m irritated. I got them off to school and laid back down… didn’t think anything else about his complaint.
Just before lunch, he came in the room while I was folding clothes and told me he wanted to apologize. I gave him a, “Huh?” look and he said he thought about what he had said that morning and realized he shouldn’t have said it. He explained that he was tired and wasn’t thinking about me and said I better NOT start getting up to do their hair in the morning because he knows how my body aches when I first wake up and he wouldn’t want me to be in pain just so he could sleep in.
I hadn’t given him an attitude or done anything to make him think I was upset about what he said. Since I had gone back to sleep and woke up, I honestly forgot about it but it remained on his mind and I love him for that. He had no reason (other than his own conscience) to believe he needed to apologize to me, but he did it anyway. It’s these little seemingly insignificant things that he does that mean the world to me and make me feel special… and loved. I look around and I see the wonderful things his hard work has provided for me and for our children. He’s given us a great life, but all of this means nothing without such a powerful, loving bond. No ring, car, house, or bank balance could ever compare to the feeling I get when he does things that he doesn’t even realize leave such a deep imprint on my heart.
This has been on my mind for several days, so I figured I’d go ahead and share it. What are some of the “little” things that have happened in your life lately that brightened your day or made you feel valued? I’d love to hear about it — drop a comment at the bottom of the page!