Tolerance and Love

Last week my husband suggested that we make arrangements to pick up one of Mom's friends for the day. He had listened as they spoke on the phone. Since her friend, who is now 82 no longer drives, they had not seen each other in over a year. So I drove into Phoenix, picked up the friend and she, Mom and I had lunch out and then came back to the house.

I had asked some friends over for dinner that night too to celebrate Shabbat. My last words to hubby was a request to clear his computer and papers off of the dining room table so I could set when I got home.

When we walked in, he had removed the front piece of the television cabinet so the
t.v. could be dusted. It was on the t.v. room floor with his tools. He was in the process of washing the floors. I thought I would either stroke out or commit murder. He ends up angry at me for being so demanding and unappreciative. Mom and her friend hastily retreat to the living(if two 80 year olds can hastily do anything).

Things not only ended well that day, with everything being put together and clean but also with a freshly baked bobka (coffee cake) for dessert(made by him, not me).

Here is the point of the matter, my husband could not have been sweeter or kinder to Mom and her friend. He took her home to Phoenix after 8 o'clock, an hour plus round trip. When he returned home, he said how interesting his conversations with Mom's friend were. He had enjoyed her company. We had a lovely evening with our friends too.
All the aggravation of the day was over rode by the kindness this man shows others, there is always something beautiful that outweighs my complaints. That's how it has worked for me for 40 years. Thanks Arnie for all of it.(and for putting up with me too).