On Sunday, let's face it, I was a jerk. I'm still not sure why, but I went into full-on beast mode with my husband (and not in a good way). So, yesterday, Monday, when I got home from work, I expected for him to treat me the same way.... I was almost ready to be "on the fight."
Instead, he'd made a crock-pot dinner, and cleaned the house and garage.
I was so stunned. "Why?" my voice nearly choked on the word. "Why are you so kind to me?"
Instead of yelling, or being rude, he gave me a huge hug and said how much he loves me. "Elisa," he said, "you're stressed. I figured you needed my help. Maybe you'll feel a little bit better now."
He went to work and I just thought about how he'd responded to my own actions.
"Wanna play Yahtzee?" the Hippie asked.
"What are you thinking about?" she finally asked, after rolling yet another full house.
"Just how I need to be a better person sometimes. I was so mean to Mike on Sunday, and look at everything he did to help me today."
"You weren't that bad, Mom. But I know what you mean. He's a good guy." She handed me the cup with the dice in it "Today I asked him what he would do if he won a million dollars. You know what he said--without even thinking about it?"
"What?" I asked.
"He said, you'd be able to be a stay-at-home mom, and you could write. He thought about what we would want--instead of himself."
I couldn't even shake the dice because I felt guilty. "I can be so spicy," I said. "But he doesn't feed the fire. He'll just cross his arms and ask if I'm done yet."
She laughed. "I think that drives you crazy."
"It does! But he's good for me; it's not very fun fighting with a brick wall. You know what's so strange about all of this?" I asked.
The Hippie shook her head, her bright, blue eyes shining.
"Mike doesn't believe in God, but he's one of the biggest examples of God's kindness in my life. That's pretty ironic, huh?"
"I know what you mean," she said. "He's been really good to me too. He came into our lives right when we needed him."
"I should be a better person," I said, thinking how strange life is, and how miracles are around us every day. His actions not only made me feel better, they made me want to rise to the occasion.
I rolled my dice, smiled, and got absolutely nothing except a score of 23 for "chance." I love rolling for my "chance" score--it's the best part of that game.