tuesday timetable

... this afternoon, shortly after 1 pm, my husband surprised me by knocking on the door. just to clarify, this never happens.
I was not having the best of days and instead of going to see who was bothering me in my hour of self-pity, one of the boys answered. I happened to glance out the window, conveniently covered with curtains, only to catch a glimpse of the back of my husband's truck. I was quite surprised.

I stood up and tried to make my face look as little like "cried too much" as possible only to be given a kiss and handed a small, yellow, string bag. I saw the chocolate right away, but wasn't sure what else the pouch contained.
I went to sit on my bed, feeling pretty overwhelmed with all that had transpired that morning (not good by any stretch of the imagination, but, thankfully, not all my fault either). My husband was attentive, offering words of encouragement and affirmation (not easy for him as it is not his love language). Just what I needed.

then I opened up the yellow gift ... ... it happened to be the exact necklace I desired. a generous gift on a day without sun. I certainly didn't do anything to earn it and what a difference it made in this little housewife's day that her husband heard that still small voice prompting him.

a happy ending, indeed.