A Moment of Appreciation.

My husband just left for a walk…he asked me if I wanted to go but  I had just gotten my youngest off on the bus and was frozen already…it is a cold blustery day here in CNY so I said, “um, no.”  So off he went, making the most of his layoff.That is the difference between him and me.  I like the coziness of life.  He, on the other hand, thrives on the challenge.  Where I love where yoga takes me, he loves the punching bag or running on a painful knee or climbing a high peak.  The challenge.  I like the high peaks too, but the whole time that I am thinking of what I will see when I get there, he is thinking of the marvel of the moment.  There are times when we are doing things that become unpleasant to me, (like when we have rowed for too long on a trip he came up with) and I start to dislike him immensely, he usually senses this and assures me of the distance ahead and the payoff at the end.  I am usually thrilled with the destination.I admire him immensely. I admire that he is such a great worker.  That he is not a couch potato.  That he is in tune with his children and me.  I love that he takes time to teach his youngest how to build a fire with wet wood, where as my reaction after a fifteen minute try is, “Let’s have daddy do it.”  He will work on it until it goes.  I admire that so many people are upset about his recent layoff because “he is such a great guy” and his list of references is in the mid-20’s as of yesterday. I love that he isn’t harboring resentment too strongly, that he is pragmatic in all things. That his children see that sometimes when you do your best things turn out differently.  That when I assure him that God has better things in store he doesn’t laugh…he tentatively trusts my judgment. These are the things I thought as he left all bundled for his walk today.  He will ask me again tomorrow, we will see if I toughen up by then.