My husband bought me donuts and I cried.
Maybe it’s because I’m hormonal. Even though I’m six months postpartum.
I cried because of his kindness.
These six donuts were around $20.
These were not ordinary donuts. They were locally made foodie, novelty, bakery donuts.
That we drove 20 minutes to get at a chic downtown shop.
I didn’t find out the price until later that day when he casually mentioned that he wanted to tell me something about the donuts.
At the time I was setting up the tv to watch the hockey playoffs with him.
He explained how the bakery didn’t sell donuts by the dozen or half dozen. Instead, they are individually priced. Therefore for our six donuts, it had cost about $20.
I stopped what I was doing and went over to him and hugged him. With my face in his chest, I started crying.
Previous to buying the donuts, on the car ride there he informed me I had gone over my data limit for the month on my phone. As a result, we would have to pay an extra fee. With one income it’s not very considerate of me to be so careless.
My husband graciously explained to me how I need to be more careful and consider the time he puts in at work to pay for our families needs. I totally understood and felt awful. I also felt like I had let him down and I was disappointed in myself.
To me, our donut trip was ruined.
Until later that day when I learned despite what I had done, he still bought us donuts and coffee because he knew how much I wanted to try this place.
My husband was a picture of the gospel to me.
He showed me love and favour when I didn’t deserve it.
I cried when I found that out.
If I’m being honest I feel like I disappoint my husband a lot of the time.
I’m often too critical towards him or I complain too much about our circumstances.
I fear that he doesn’t like me.
My thoughts are wrong. He loves me.
He loves me despite my shortcomings.
I want to remember the day he bought me donuts and coffee.