Monday, February 27, 2012

A frustrating day

Can you tell we're sisters? Both on a mission for cake.
Yesterday started off beautifully and ended in tears of frustration.

I took my sister to a bridal show in the morning, which was absolutely fabulous. We had a great time, ate lots of cake, and enjoyed sister time. It was what happened after that that put me over the edge.

While I was at the bridal show, K worked on his mom's car (which she very kindly loaned him while he works on his own.) I followed him home after the show to make sure there weren't any problems.

20 minutes into the drive, he slowed to 15mph in a 30mph zone. I knew something was wrong.

He's so damn cute when he can't figure out how to fix something. He does this thing with his hat, pulls it off then puts it on again so it's not quite on his head right. He walked towards my car apologetically, and tried to verbalize why he thought it had stalled. He stood for a minute then tried to start it again. Thankfully, it went, and we continued home.

A quarter mile from home, the car chugged to a stop again. He tried to restart it, then got out and did the hat thing again as he walked to my car. As frustrated as I was, the look on his face melted my heart.

Both exhausted, we parked my car at the house and walked back to the Jeep to push it home. We held hands in silence until we got there.

I steered while K pushed the Jeep down the road in the dark. Suddenly, I saw headlights behind us. A man got out, and without hesitation, left his own car running and joined K. I looked in the rearview, nerves shot, and tears poured down my cheeks. What makes a person do such a thing? Stop and help complete strangers at his own inconvenience? I was so grateful I couldn't find the words. We managed to get it home, and shook the man's hand to thank him.

We got the car to the driveway, and stood outside in the cold for 2 hours, winter hats on, lights pointed towards the engine. I handed him screwdrivers while we both made "that's what she said" jokes through our own frustrations. An hour in, he looked up at me and said: "God, I love you."

I smiled, and it was in that moment that I realized I had chosen right. Not once did he get angry or yell, he was just sorry. And thankful. And that's how I know we'll be able to make it through whatever life hands us.

7 comments:

  1. Sometime the "God, I love you" is all you need.

    So sorry that you had such a rough day. But it can't be all bad considering that you had CAAAAKE.

    And as a married person, I hope your sisters cake meets all her expectations and then some. :-)

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  2. Aww, thank you, B! I hope it is too. The vanilla rum cupcake was delicious... even the chocolate frosting that ended up on my sweater.

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  3. Couples who can appreciate "that's what she said" jokes can get through anything. My ex would throw the feminist manifesto at me every time I cracked one of them bad boys.

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  4. Thanks, Icy--it definitely got us through a rough day. And don't worry, not all of us self-proclaimed feminists are humorless :)

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  5. Oh, thank you, Joelle. I really appreciate that. :)

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