On Friday, we traveled to a camp near Malibu for our church’s annual retreat. The day’s activities ended with a cookie-and-coffee social, but we thought we couldn’t go because two of our kids were asleep and we couldn’t leave them alone in our room. However, I found someone to watch our kids so we could go. We made it into a date, taking our time walking down there, grabbing some cookies and cappuccinos, and enjoying the night air as we bonded over dessert. It felt like a real date and we were thankful for our friend who was willing to help out.
For this act, I told you I would do whatever chore you chose for me, which was one of the prizes from the game we played the other night. You said, “How about a back massage?” “That’s not a chore,” I replied. “It is to you,” you jabbed jokingly. “No, I mean a real chore. What chore do you want me to do?” “What if you make dinner on Monday when we get back from the church retreat?” In my mind, I started asking questions like “Is making dinner considered a chore?” and “What conditions must something satisfy to qualify as a chore?” Since I couldn’t answer those questions and I’d already denied your first request, I agreed to make Monday’s dinner.
I’m not sure if I ruined the game by giving you (or letting you claim) nearly every prize that you could’ve won, but who cares.
When we played that die game on Monday, you asked me if you could switch your prize from a chocolate bar to a back massage. I refused your request. So on Wednesday, I decided to make up for it by giving you your massage. Though I try to vary my acts of love, I don’t think you’d mind if 365 Acts of Love consisted solely of back massages.
As is a common occurrence, on Tuesday I fell asleep before I thought I would. So I didn’t get a chance to commit an act of love for you. When I woke up in the morning, I intended to make up for missing that act, but never had the chance. Regrettably, this is the third act of love I’ve missed since I started 365 Acts of Love in September.