I've been having a thing for purple lately. A purple shirt, purple eyeliner, purple eye shadow, purple running shoes, just purple shampoo left to make my collection complete. On Sunday, I said to Sarah, "let's go do your makeup" and while I was in the thick of it she said, "this is what Sundays are really for."
Yesterday I was having kind of a bad day. It started the night before. It was really warm in the house and neither AJ nor I could sleep because of the heat. We had our bedroom door open, the door to go outside open, and the window open. In our room above the bed there was a small wind chime that kept tinkling and tingling whenever the wind blew.
I rolled over and said to AJ: "Will you take down that wind chime?"
AJ: "It's 3 in the morning."Me: "Please will you just take it down?"
So he gets up, opens the bedroom door again, opens the door outside again, walks right under the wind chime and crawls back into bed!
Me: "You really won't take it down?"
AJ rolls over and put his arm over his head. Fuming, I threw back the covers, stormed around the bed to his side, stood up on the desk chair, reached up to the ceiling, pulled the chime off the hook, and plunked it down onto the desk.
The next day I was upset all day long. Don't text him I kept telling myself. Don't worry about it. By 8 pm he still wasn't home from work and I hadn't heard from him all day. I stayed out of the house and busy doing other things. When I walked into our room at 9:30 pm he was standing there expecting me. I ignored him, walked to the closet and removed my shoes.
Then I see 5 pink roses on my dresser in a vase.
Me: "Are these for me?"AJ: "Yes and there's a surprise in the fridge."
I walked to the kitchen, looked in the fridge and pulled our my favorite container of yogurt. Walking back into the room, my feelings subdued, I gave him a kiss and said "thank you for the yogurt."
Then he said, "I thought the wind chime was outside on the patio. I didn't know it was hanging right over my head."
When I told Natalie the story she started laughing so hard and said, "when you were telling me the story I was so surprised because that is so not like him to be like that."
In the two weeks we've lived here he never noticed the small white shells hanging above the desk tinkling in the wind. It's amazing how much a little communication can help.