Today is my first day alone in I don't know how long. I am able to sit peacefully and enjoy a cup of coffee, thanks to my Philip. He took care of me yesterday. He took me to some of my favorite places and bought me some of my favorite things, like ice cream and new underwear and a good book. It's really the simple things that make me happy. While I napped he made our house
ours again. Phil packed up all of the baby things that people had so
generously loaned us, he cleaned out the refrigerator moved my furniture back to it's place. When I woke up he let me tell him about the weekend as I lived it, the good the bad and the ugly. That's real love. Phil is kind to me, he pays attention, he knows when I am happy and when I am sad.
I used to feel guilty when he did things like he did today, I'd feel like I wasn't doing my job so he had to do it for me, or that he was doing so much more for me then I have done for him, that he was so much better at this marriage thing than me. It's taken me years to accept the fact that Phil doesn't do these things to make me feel bad, or guilty, he does them simply because he loves me.
Someone that I hope to be like someday said
"Guilt doesn't live in our home. Obligation hasn't got a space to hang its hat. Life has enough burdens - we don't need them in our home. " That is the kind of home Phil has given me. Sometimes I forget, and fall back into feelings of not being good enough, not doing enough, then I say mean and hurtful things, I'm sarcastic, and feel the need to make Phil feel bad so that I can feel better about myself, I become judgemental and point out faults, or get angry. When I realize what a jerk I've been, instead of going to Phil and letting him know how I feel, I find myself in the pit of self pity,
convincing myself again that I'm not good enough, everyone else is so much better and on and on I go. How attractive is that! But Phil is patient, he helps me see all the lies I believe about myself, and he helps me see the truth. Yesterday in between all the physical things Phil took care of, he helped me again see the truth. We may never own a house, but no matter where we are together, that is home.
So thank you my Philip for helping me feel good about my home again.
Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn't want what it doesn't have. Love doesn't strut, Doesn't have a swelled head, Doesn't force itself on others, Isn't always "me first," Doesn't fly off the handle, Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, Doesn't revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.