He picked me up from work and we went directly to Dick’s Sporting Goods. He make me pick out a pair of shoes, all while I was protesting, “Honey, I meant that I needed to start watching at the thrift shop for a pair…” And he quickly and effectively shut me down.
“I’m your husband and I want to buy you a good pair of shoes,” he said, grabbing the ones I liked the best and heading off to the cash register.
It was the beginning of something that I would have to learn to accept with grace. He does everything a little bit grander than I expect.
Like the year I said, “Oh, honey, is there any way we could put a porch out the back door? I think it would make the house feel a bit larger, and I could send the little ones to play on the porch without worrying that they would go near the road.”
He started working and by the time we were done (2 years later, I might add) I had a beautiful addition to my living room, two porches, a woodshed and a raised flower bed.
Sometimes it frustrates me. Simple requests often turn into huge projects that take much longer than I want to wait. But if I stop and think about it;
I love this part of him.
I love that asking for a bookshelf turns into a room of shelves. I love that asking if we could set aside money for a new camera, turned into a Canon DSLR with three lenses.
And I’m learning to enjoy the process. To embrace the year it takes to get the room encased in book shelves. To enjoy the six months with no camera, in anticipation of having the camera I didn’t dare dream of. To love the two years (and counting) of slow remodeling.
It blesses me, and grows me, this desire of his to give me the best he can.
Can you think of something your husband has done for you that is a little bit different than what you originally wanted, but in the end was greater than you would have dared to ask?