I know that I have not yet responded to my last two posts and I promise to do so shortly. I do appreciate all of your kind words, emails, phone calls, and chats.
He had come home sick that day, which was something he never did. I ran around taking care of the everyday tasks, kids' homework, picking up the house, and making dinner, as he lay on the couch. I had stopped by the grocery to pick up what I needed to make him homemade chicken noodle soup, his favorite when he's ill. I made his bowl of soup and delivered it to the couch along with a cold glass of Sprite.
After we had eaten he laid back down on the couch and I knelt beside him on the floor. We talked a bit and then settled in to watch some television. I turned around and sat with my back resting against the couch. He reached up and grabbed the hair that was piled on top of my head. Slowly, he loosed it from the band and let it fall around my shoulders. He began to run his fingers through it. With each stroke I relaxed a little more. It was a small gesture, but the effect was enormous. I felt loved and appreciated. The gesture probably meant more to me because he wasn't feeling his best, yet he chose to take care of me. It didn't take much effort physically, but the effect was great.
As I later spoke to a friend about it she said, "The smallest gestures speak loudest to the heart." I'd like you to read that sentence again. That simple sentence spoke volumes to me. It has changed my perspective. It is something I hope to always remember. Every relationship requires effort, but it is the small gestures, when done with great love, that will leave a lasting impact on both the giver and the receiver.
John and I have discussed things. There were times that I "talked at" him and he has "talked at" me, but we refuse to stop talking. We are communicating now and will continue to do so. We are moving forward in this thing we do. I hope to write about everything that has happened over the last week soon, but for now I am not up to it.