The following is a short story about the type of simple things my husband does for me. He’s not overly romantic in the traditional sense of flowers, chocolates, jewellery, dinner dates, poetry, etc. Because of that, I don’t always register the significance of the little things he does. However, this little, but extraordinary thing he did for me a couple of weeks ago made me realise how grateful I am to have a man who loves me the way he does, and who is willing to do such unconventional things for me.
Happy Father’s Day for Sunday, my darling, and happy birthday for Monday! xoxo
Today I got caught in a mini-tornado outside my office building. In a flash, my lovely orange multicolored scarf was gone, unravelled from my neck and whisked away.
I spun round like a dog chasing it’s tail thinking it was hanging off the back of my neck. No such luck.
I scoured the ground like a bloodhound on a mission. Nada.
I looked upwards thinking it might be hanging from a light fitting or something. Nada.
About that moment, two people passed by. As I was spinning about in a state, I asked whether they’d seen an orange scarf. I guess I must have looked and sounded like a crazy woman because one of them looked at me, looked about and then asked, “What?”
I stood there for a few moments wondering what to do. I really liked that scarf but it was nowhere to be found. What else could I do?
Curiosity, however, got the better of me. What if it had been blown up and over the landing on the next level? Maybe it was upstairs. I just had to look.
I set off on my mission only to be disappointed. There was no scarf in sight on the upper level courtyard. I walked to the edge of the landing and looked over to see where I’d been standing below. Maybe this new perspective would reveal the whereabouts of my scarf? Nada.
I had nowhere else to look.
The scarf was gone, probably carried off far away to who knows where.
It was over. I turned to leave the and I could not believe what I saw!
It was my scarf!
The obvious problem was its location, one storey up the side of the building precariously dangling
from the wall. It was affixed there, swaying gently in the breeze, hanging by two loose threads.
If only…….If only…….If only what? There was no way I could reach it. Surely I should cut my losses. It was just a scarf. It wasn’t expensive.
I was so close and yet so far!
But there it was! I’d found it!
It was taunting me and challenging me. I couldn’t just walk away, could I?
I was actually due to meet hubby at his office around the corner so I sent him a text message with the above image and told him I was trying to get a building attendant to help retrieve my scarf.
After a couple of fruitless investigations, however, it became clear there wasn’t going to be anyone to help.
I sent hubby another text and told him I’d have to cut my losses and leave the scarf behind.
He then called me to check where I was and said he’d come round. I wasn’t sure there was anything he could do, but I waited.
Within minutes he came power-walking towards me, a ladder under one arm and a mop in the other hand. WOW!
He set his tools up, like a man on a mission. Precariously, he steadied himself on the top step of the ladder. He needed all the height he could get. I must have said, “Please be careful”, umpteen times. I was so nervous he’d fall………and for a scarf, of all things.
It took all of two minutes. He retrieved my scarf, packed his tools away and said he had to rush back to his office.
I had my scarf back! And I had a newfound appreciation for the amazing man my hubby is.
My husband, my hero!
Is your husband traditionally romantic? Or does he show his love in unconventional ways? I’d love to know the last time he did something special for you.