Week 16.

On Wednesday morning this past week, I went running on our treadmill, as has become part of my morning routine recently. Our treadmill is in our storage room on the back of the house, which has its own separate entrance and lock. After I was done I locked up the room on my way out, brilliantly leaving my keys behind. I was so grateful to be able to call David and ask him to bring his keys and rescue me--interrupting his day, but not his calm. This is completely due to his kind, compassionate, and unbelievably patient nature. There was no huff, no objurgating, no annoyance, no irritation, no trouble, not even a sigh. I apologized profusely of course, but David just said, "Hey, I love you." As if that covered everything. I am so grateful this week for this selfless act of kindness. I don't think "Kind" was on my list of desirable qualities in a husband. I ignorantly thought that "being kind" came with the territory. I am unbelievably grateful to know that with David, it did.