Jenni and I received a card recently from a lady in Seattle. She also enclosed twenty dollars for us to celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was such as kind gesture, and we really appreciated the encouragement to continue dating during our marriage. Our benefactor is very generous and nice. A wonderful blessing.
A mystery too. She has always been extremely kind with me, even though I barely know her. She welcomes me warmly everytime I see her at dance conventions. She gave me a nice dance shirt one year I went to Easter Swing. Why the kindness? I wonder if it was because I overheard someone speak kindly of her and I asked her to dance at some point. If so, it amazes me what a little kindness can do.
But when I’m nice, catastrophe ensues. Last night, I made a special point to shut the door to our bathroom because the bathtub faucet was dripping loudly. I felt pretty good thinking of my wife and went to bed all smug.
In the middle of the night, I felt Jenni get out of bed. I hear a few shuffles as she made her way to the bathroom. In my mind, I played out a scene where she sees that I shut the door so she doesn’t have to listen to the annoying drip of the faucet. She would smile because she married such a great husband.
THUNK. The spring door stop rattled.
“Oww… ow… ow… my head”
So much for being nice and being smug about it.