A Rude Awakening

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Screen shot 2016-03-03 at 11.08.20 AMSo, this morning I had a little accident. While making a cup of coffee in this fancy schmancy Nespresso maker the Hotness got me for Christmas, the cup slipped off onto the granite countertop and then fell to the tile floor. Shattered. Coffee everywhere. No bueno.

The Hotness was just barely waking up and leapt from the bed when she heard the crash. She’s fairly used to me breaking stuff (I’m a guy, after all), but when she saw the mug that was broken, she cried a few silent tears.

Screen shot 2016-03-03 at 11.10.43 AMSee, we don’t collect things. I mean, we do have stuff, but it’s not like any of us have stamp collections or art work or fancy china. Since we do a lot of travelling (and because we drink a lot of coffee), when we’re somewhere really cool, sometimes she will buy a coffee mug to remember the experience. It was one of these mugs that I broke this morning.

Was it some priceless heirloom? Nope, it was a Starbuck’s mug with a NYC taxi theme. Until you know my wife, you won’t know how much she loves NYC. When in NYC, she only wants to take cabs. Like, not black cars, not Ubers, only NYC taxis. That experience, for her, is the return to the city that resonates with her soul. Needless to say, when I broke this mug, she is sad. Sorry again, baby.

The thing is, if a spouse breaks something precious to the other person, that could bring about a bunch of anger. Like, why weren’t you more careful? Don’t you care about the things I love? Why were you using something I love in the first place? I got none of this from my wife. She knows that I feel wretched enough about breaking something she loves. If she were to indulge her initial response, it would be beating a dead horse. Honestly, she has more patience than me b/c if the roles were reversed? I’d probably be that ridiculously upset spouse.

Screen shot 2016-03-03 at 11.07.43 AMThe way she takes my feelings into account is something I want to emulate with the world. I’m bad at it. I don’t have as tender of a heart, as much patience, as much grace and forgiveness as she does. Still, it’s something I’m working on. And it’s something I’ll continue to work on because if she can be patient with my mistakes, it inspires me to be patient with the mistakes of others…including hers. I am a very, very lucky hubby.

And, if anyone knows where I can find a replacement for the limited edition Starbucks NYC taxi mug, hook a brother up!

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