Wearing stuck-on sweat from a long day at the fair I barely stopped to kiss my husband on my way to the shower. Single minded thoughts of clean drove me there directly and I lingered under refreshing man-made rain. Then hunger voiced its presence.
Toweled dry I scurried to the darkened bedroom--sunset dark causing me to scramble blind for the light. Switched-on glow awakened me to red velvet blossoms scrolled open and set out upon my vanity--blooming surprises that caused an audible squeal. And I hurried to the Giver.
Down the stairs and around the corner, the Giver--my husband, set dinner on the table and held my chair. A dozen more blooms, gathered in love, were set before me.
My heart quickened as my husband served me and poured the wine.
On this Thankful Thursday, I am grateful for:
- A godly, serving husband
- Blooming surprises
- Candle lit dinners