Let me tell you about a thing. I was in a stormy mood, partly because the husband wasn’t really talking to me, but mostly because of hormones. So I may have snip-snapped at him. He was texting me during lunch but didn’t call, something of a pet peeve of mine, so I got even more upset. And the conversation was slightly stilted so it read strange, one topic being him picking up some coffee. Whateves, I head on stage in a bit of a grumble only to have him walk past no more than give minutes later with two cups of Starbucks!!!
This little shit came to work on one of his off days, stood in line at the in-park Starbucks and had put on a costume just so he could bring me a cup of coffee and see me for a minute to cheer me up. Couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night.
It’s amazing how literal a ‘heavy heart’ can feel.
Like a stone inside your chest, pressing down.
Making it difficult to even breathe.