This past week was a bit of a tough one for me. There wasn't one big, awful thing that happened.... it was more like a lot of little things. Do you know what I mean? Half a dozen spills and accidental dish breaking by various small people that began getting on my nerves, (which normally wouldn't) a never ending to-do list, (with school nearly ready to start) the culmination of a man working way too many hours and my missing him like crazy, a broken bike rack and two broken bikes preventing me from my daily (outlet) run... and finally a small issue in my gumline that I had surgery on years ago has re-appeared. (The first time it wasn't cancerous but because it's back without warning, I spent a great deal of time worrying over what-ifs.)
Anyway, regardless of the reasons, I struggled. So you know what my man did? He came home early... I didn't ask him to, he just worked it so that he could. He's been putting in crazy long hours this summer so this was a treat! I may or may not have done a little dance in kitchen when he called and said he was on the freeway, headed home.
cow photos so I could begin working on a painting... he was like "Hey let's hop in the car and go find some cows for you to photograph."
People.... let me tell you something about me. The words, "let's go" (adventure & fun) and "find something for you to photograph" are Sasha magic words.
Um yeah. Okay, let's do that!
a cow whisperer. These cows were all scattered across the field when we pulled up and Adrain got up next to the fence (electric wire) and these cows started running toward him. (Adrain says it was almost feeding time and they are motivated by food... but I like to think they just liked my man.) He was cracking me up too talking to these cows... going, "Okay, give me stupid." I was a little freaked out that there was only a tiny wire between them and him, and they were in some big herd. I was afraid they were going to charge him or something. Good thing Adrain knows cows.
sweet. And soft looking.
white barn. (Of which I took 742 photos of, from all different angles. I wonder if these people would let us take our family photos here this Fall. Hmmmm.)
So a crummy week turned out rather sweet all because my man chose to spend time with me, doing what I love. Easing my fears, talking, looking into my eyes and racing all over the county making random stops for me to jump out and take pictures.
It made me think a lot about how much/how little I do that sort of thing for others when they are hurting. He is so good at it... does it naturally and gives of himself to others without question. I long to be more like that.
What's the way to your heart?