Some Progress or: Maybe I’ll Take Up Sailing

Last night, you told me this (unprompted by me):

“I feel like we’re friends again. Happy friends. Not just roommates . . . It’s clear you’ve been thinking about me during the day. Like how you gave me that coffee card . . .You’ve been so romantic lately. That’s exactly what I’ve wanted from you this entire time. That’s exactly what I’ve been talking about” (see “My Resolution” and day 42).

Wow! I guess I’ve accomplished what I set out to do with 365 Acts of Love, so I’m done with it. Maybe I’ll take up sailing . . . Just kidding (as you clearly know since you’re reading the finished project). I’m glad we’re seeing good changes in our marriage as a result of 365. I’ll keep working hard daily and praying that God continues to change our hearts.

By the way, yesterday we went out for a walk to our favorite coffee house and guess what you bought with your coffee card? A dark chocolate mocha!

By the bye, yesterday was the end of my week of cleaning the living room. Can you say ‘epic failure’? I probably cleaned it four of the seven days and you did the rest. This failure reminds me of day 28 when I gave you that coupon. You’re free to redeem that any time, you know. From here on out, there will be no more promissory notes, just accomplished acts.

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Day 77: Gingerbread House

A few months back, we bought a ceramic gingerbread house from a craft store. Since then, I’ve painted it little by little. Last night I decided to finish it and finally did so by 4 AM. I presented it to you this morning as one of your Christmas gifts.

I’m not making any claims to artistic greatness here; I’m simply hoping that you appreciate the thought behind it.

I painted the above house for you partly for nostalgic reasons: when we were engaged, I painted another house for you, which you still proudly display in our living room. This one is supposed to serve as a stand-in farmhouse until we can buy a real one. Though we’re still living in an apartment, I’ll eventually get you your (real) farmhouse. In the meantime, we’re content where God has us. Between my recent ornament purchase, the farmhouse, and the gingerbread house, it seems I’m obsessed with buying/painting you houses.