My hero

I was a sleepy-head this morning. We went to a wedding last night and then to ice cream and then attempted to watch our Sunday shows on the couch, though I didn’t quite make it through one. It was tough to get up this morning, a natural consequence of dancing the night away. And worth it 😉

But zombie-Lindsey wasn’t paying much attention when she walked out of the house this morning. She remembered the purse, the lunch box, the graded papers, and the coffee, but she forgot the salad dressing and the wallet. The wallet was still in last night’s clutch, as a woman MUST carry a cute clutch to compliment the cute dress. But that same woman needs to put the wallet back in the everyday purse or there are problems… which brings me to the part of the day where I arrived at work, an hour (without traffic) from home, with no wallet and an almost empty gas tank.

I called Brian. I had several creative solutions for getting home, but he insisted that coming out here during the day and bringing me my wallet was the best solution. When we looked at pros and cons, it really was the best solution, but I HATED the thought of him taking two hours out of his day to drive down here and back because of my mistake. I really hate putting people out. But again, he insisted. He wanted to do this thing for me, and it was driving me crazy.

He asked me, “If the situation was reversed, would you see it as a hassle to bring me my wallet?”

Of course, not. I love taking care of my man. It brings me so much joy to know I’ve done something, not matter how small, to make his life better, happier, easier, or more enjoyable.

“See?!” he replied.

Why do I have a problem with him wanting to take care of me? Is it because I’m self-suffifcient and can do things on my own? Is it because I don’t want to “owe” him anything?

I got a text a couple hours later that my wallet was back in my car. As a teacher, I can’t exactly leave my kiddos unsupervised and run out to plant a huge kiss on my hero’s face, though I desperately wanted to. But now I have my ID, I have my wallet, and I can buy gas after school today and make it all the way home… thanks to my husband.

I need to trust that my husband isn’t making a mental tally mark in the “Lindsey Owes Me” column every time he does something nice. I need to let him cook me dinner and run errands for me and even make a two hour trip because of my absentmindedness.

I need to be grateful instead of hesitant.

I need say thank you instead of trying to do everything myself.

And I need to learn to let him love me.