Last evening, I went out into the field to cut some of the wild daisy-like flowers that are blooming out there.
A young lady here at work, Kristen, is getting married tomorrow, and some of us are contributing flowers and greenery from our gardens for her bouquets.
So as I was getting ready to go out to the field last evening, I was telling my husband about the flowers for the bouquet. I told him that I was going to pick the ones out of my garden in the morning, that I would get up early and pick them, but I wanted to get the ones from the field that evening. I was about to tell him that it makes me sad to cut the flowers, that I would rather leave them on the plants, but that it would be nice for Kristen’s wedding.
But, before I could say that, he said, Oh, look. The cats want their dinner.
So I told him that I feel like he doesn’t listen to me, he doesn’t care what I am saying, he is just waiting for me to shut up so he can say what he wants to say.
He said that wasn’t true. He said he does listen and he does care and isn’t just waiting for me to shut up so he can say what he wants to say.
This morning, I got up earlier than usual so I would have time to pick the flowers to take to work for Kristen.
As I was putting on my shoes to go outside and pick the flowers, he said, Where are you going so early this morning?
I told him, I’m going to pick the flowers for Kristen.
Oh, yes. What I say is, indeed, really important to him.