Love is patient
by Tracey Metzger
My husband and I were on line at the coffee shop in our neighborhood. He knew I was having a bad day but I hadn’t told him how bad. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone I knew outside. In an instant I began to panic at the thought of having to make conversation. I turned to him and said, “I can’t do it, I can’t stay here to eat.”
He said, “It’s ok. We’ll take our sandwiches home to eat. “
He could have encouraged me to push through for his own convenience.
Love is patient.