Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Mississippi Length List

Yesterday afternoon was our day off and we had an appointment scheduled at 3 pm for a house appraiser to come by to look over our home. (We’re refinancing our mortgage.)   Steve had a list of things that needed to be done that was longer than the Mississippi and he and I were full of big plans to work as an amazingly awesome and efficient team and get every last thing crossed off that list by the time the appraiser arrived.

Unfortunately, our wonderful plan did not work quite as expected since I started feeling bad on Thursday and woke up Friday with a full fledged cased of the Flu and Cold Yuckies. Steve gallantly put me back to bed to rest and said that he would take care of the Mississippi Length List on his own. 

I dosed off and on between misery and wakefulness and sleep, feeling really bad that I wasn’t able to help Steve with the list of projects. I finally drifted off and slept until about 12:30 when I was awakened by the Mississippi List Doer himself, appearing through the bedroom door.  He was clad in his grubbiest work clothes and I knew he was up to his neck in fix-its and lawn work and repairs.

But you know what?  In the midst of all that grubby busyness, he had taken the time to go into the kitchen and make lunch.  For me—his miserable, aching, groaning, non-helping wife.

Chicken noodle soup, crackers, a grilled cheese, sparkling orange juice, grapes, and an oatmeal raisin cookie made up the menu.  And even though the picture I snapped didn’t turn out so great, the meal was especially wonderful since it was garnished with tenderness and served with a side dish of love. 

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I am blessed.

 

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