Sam and I check in every afternoon when I leave work. Sometimes, he is able to answer my call. Other days, he may be tied up with a client. But. . .he always calls back. Today, I had some quiet moments in between my initial attempt and Sam’s call back. The quiet ride didn’t help me to exhale in the way I had hoped. Our conversation was short and sweet. He recognized something in my voice–the kind of something that makes it obvious that I’m not feeling like my best self.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked.
I didn’t elaborate. I simply said, “I had a tough day at work. I’m tired and frustrated.”
“I love you very much,” he reminded me. “I’ll be home soon.”
Just down the road from home, I resisted the urge to stop for something sweet. Little did I know, sweetness would soon be walking through the door.
As I was cooking dinner, Sam appeared in the kitchen wearing a smile and holding a box with three covered ice cream cups.
“What’s this?!” I asked. He got us each our favorites– a chocolate something for himself, coffee with rainbow sprinkles for me, and a couple scoops of pumpkin ice cream. . .just in case I was in the mood to try something new. Feet up on the couch, we enjoyed each spoonful in silence. These quiet moments helped me exhale in the way I had hoped. Today was a hard day. Tonight, the loving gesture was much sweeter than the dessert.
QUIMBYnotRamona 