Or maybe this blog post should be titled the day I knew he loved me. A couple years ago I had this sudden epiphany of how much the man must love me to put up with some of my er…quirks. Don’t get me wrong, I knew I loved my husband when I married him, but when we got married we’d known each other about 8 months (he proposed on the third date and it was a fast engagement). Over the last six or so years we’ve been through a lot of separations (work, etc.) and through it all we’ve grown stronger every day. We have our ups and downs like all couples of course, but the way my husband treats me is sort of the mold for how my hero’s treat their women. Which brings me to the point of my story.
A couple years ago I’d been reading up on these design books and found this funky, unique green color that I fell in love with. I decided I wanted our room painted that color. No, not as an accent color, but the whole frickin’ room. Looking back I have no idea what I was thinking cuz Lord, that green was bright. While I was at work my husband primed and painted the whole thing and when I got home he was so excited to show me what he’d done. As soon as I saw the room I burst into tears. I’m not a crier but the color was truly hideous and all I could think about was that we were going to be surrounded by puke green colors in our haven. My husband told me he’d take care of it then without a word, left, got some new neutral paint, then repainted the entire room the next day. It wasn’t a crazy grand gesture like sky writing a proposal but it meant a lot to me. In the long run, it’s the little things that add up and make someone heroic and that’s what I like to see in the heroes I read and write about. What about y’all? Has someone ever done something that meant a lot to you that you’d like to share?
P.S. All wasn’t lost. I ended up using that green paint on a wooden bakers rack and it was the perfect color for the accent piece.