Last night at 11:20 p.m. I walked into the kitchen. The dishes were still dirty on the counter. My husband was sitting in the living room watching The Miami Heat play San Antonio in game four of the NBA finals.
I had read an article that morning, What Matters More Than Your Mess by Holley Gerth. She left dirty dishes on her kitchen counter and went for a walk with her husband.
She took a picture of her dirty dishes for her story. I took a picture of my dirty dishes for my story instead of washing them. The dishes could wait until the next day. Then I cut up strawberries, made whipped cream, and went to sit with my husband and watch the last five minutes of the basketball game.
I hate watching sports, but, I love my husband. Following the wise council of Holley Gerth I decided to ignore my dishes and invest in my relationship with my husband.
I sat really close to him on the couch. He moved his arm and my bowl of strawberries and whipped cream spilled.
For one second I was angry. Well, for a half a second. Maybe, one eighth of a second.
In that one eighth of a second I had a choice. I could choose to be angry or I could choose to laugh.
I laughed. He laughed. We laughed.
Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.
― L.M. Montogomery, Anne of Green Gables
The dishes could wait. I had strawberries to eat and a basketball game to watch.
