Yesterday was Father’s Day and it was a tad bit foiled but we salvaged it. I’ve been so spoiled by my son’s Amazon Prime 2-day shipping that I didn’t allow enough time for Mike’s gift to arrive. I guess I just didn’t fully realize that I was not ordering from Amazon.
The estimated delivery had it being delivered Saturday, which would have been great but alas, it was not. He’s a good sport though and he guessed what his gift was anyway. It should arrive today. If that had happened to me, several years ago, I doubt I would have been as sweet about it as he was.
Mike prefers homemade cards. So I have made his cards for the last several years. I made him a Father’s Day. I used my favorite art form, Zentangle. I spent about 3 hours creating his card. I always have a hard time figuring out what to say, which is why I prefer purchased cards, which take me a long time to find the one that is “just right” for the occasion, time, and person. I don’t like words that are just generic; I have a hard time expressing my thoughts but when I read cards, I’m like, yes! That’s what I feel.
Sean treated us to dinner at the place of Mike’s choosing. He chose Buffalo Wild Wings. I think it was because the parking lot looked less full than other restaurants in the area because he does not like crowds. We have never eaten there before, so he wanted to try it out. Part of love is doing what someone else wants without any griping. I’m getting better at this.
I had some things I needed to do and Mike just wanted me to spend some time with him. Yes the other things were important but spending time with him was more important. If I ended up having to stay up a bit later to finish the things I needed to do then that was what I would do. As it turned out, I spent time with him and got the other things done I needed to without having to stay up later than normal.
The best thing about it was that I showed him how important he is with my actions. I even took time and made him a snack after we got home from my parents’ house AND sat down and chatted with him while we ate.
I am a very blessed woman! My husband is handsome, kind, loving, and oh so many other things! I want him to feel that he is a blessed man. If I am nagging, ignoring, or inattentive he will NOT feel blessed, reverenced, or loved and I don’t want that! Thankfully I’m getting a little better at these things. But just when I think I’m doing good, Mike will hear something in my tone or words that makes him think I’m nagging and I have to reassess and let him know that I did not mean it the way he heard it.
It’s a work in process and thankfully, we are both still working on it. I wish I could say we are one of those couples that are just soooo much in love that we never argue or get frustrated with each other but we aren’t. We are a work in progress.
Until next time, God bless!