To each his own. To me my own.

Honorable mention

I had a meaningful conversation with a coworker this morning. This guy is good as gold – case in point, he initially came in offering a bunch of cans of Progresso soup that he’d gotten in a terrific sale for a buck each. I’m thinking he must’ve bought the entire store out yesterday. I jokingly told him that with the fifty dollars worth he brought in this morning alone, his trunk must’ve been dragging the asphalt! After work today, he’s going back to buy more, and he’s planning to stock it here for other’s lunches that might be without.

While in the kitchen fixing up the morning caffeine, he talked about his kids and how they were doing in school, and how hard math was for his son. He asked if my daughter was my only one and I told him yes. He asked if it was hard for me and my husband while she was in school, when she started dating, etc., to which I replied extremely – but that I had tremendous respect for others like his self who had two and three kids in school simultaneously. Looking back on that time in life, I guess we had it pretty easy.

He asked me how long I’d been married and that it must have been hard for it to end. I agreed and said it was the absolute hardest thing EVER. That it’s easy for someone to say they understand – but it’s a pain that can only be understood by someone who has been through it their own self. That I used to be that person on the other side, saying I understood. That I’m ashamed of the fact I used to think ‘gosh, why don’t they snap out of it already?’. That because you left doesn’t always mean you wanted it to end. That it can take literally years of work to get through it. That if you were truly emotionally invested in a long-term marriage, then working through the ending of it probably will take years.

After hearing all this, he was probably sorry he’d even asked. But he always has been a good listener. 🙂

In the years we’ve all known him here, it’s always been obvious how much this guy loves his family – his wife and kids are his world. When he speaks of his wife, he does so with a gleam in his eye. The level of appreciation and respect they have together is very apparent. As we started back to work, I told him to never lose that love and respect – to hold on to it… cherish it. To which he replied with a smile, ‘I tell my wife I love her ten times a day, or more. I won’t lose it.’ Hearing that put a smile on my face the whole walk back to my desk.


4 responses

  1. Bonnie, I understand how good it was to hear of a man that appreciates his wife and children. I hope it never changes for him and her. The pain of the alternative is devastating like the blast of an atom bomb against a family. Yes, only those that live through it can possibly understand the long-term agony. But, we do survive and there is hope in the aftermath of the storm. 🙂 God is good! Blessings…

    October 26, 2010 at 11:47 am

    • Bonnie

      An atom bomb pretty much sums it up, Carol Ann. You’re right, we survive it – with the Lord beside us all the way. He is very good, indeed. 🙂 Blessings to you.

      October 27, 2010 at 8:31 am

  2. planejaner

    that is a lovely post–and what a lovely man. I can’t think of much that’s sweeter than a man who loves his wife–and a good woman who loves him back.

    I am with Carol Ann-
    God is good…
    this struck me:
    “That because you left doesn’t always mean you wanted it to end” There is a lot of truth in your statement.

    October 26, 2010 at 2:30 pm

    • Bonnie

      Thank you, dear Jane. He is a good man. I often wonder what the world would be like if men (and women alike) actually knew how high in regard we hold those who are true and just. It warms my heart to see that kind of love within a family. Blessings to you.

      October 27, 2010 at 8:41 am

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