Ah, Mondays… what would the world be like without them? They are a buffer for Tuesday, protecting the day from being the harsh beginning of another week. Monday takes the heat, Monday gets the grumbling.
Except for this week’s Monday.
The sleepy being in the kitchen was making instant oatmeal and tea with honey. My arrival in the kitchen was greeted with a yawn. He was up earlier than usual, and to my surprise and delight, had made me breakfast while I was in the shower. What a sweetheart.
Later, as I was walking in Confluence Park, I saw several people carrying their cups of store-bought coffee or tea, and I thought, “My husband made mine for me!” It brightened my entire Monday. And the rest of the week as well, each day carrying my husband-made tea. It has made this week much better than other weeks, even though the commute has not changed, and the schedule is no less hectic.
I find myself searching for something I can do for him that he would like, simply because of this small but wonderful thing he has done for me.