Today I'm thankful for grace. The grace of my husband. He got up at some crazy hour in the morning, went to the gym, came home and prepared a meal for the slow cooker so I wouldn't have to make dinner on a busy day, all before the rest of us were out of bed. My job? Simple. Turn it on before I left for work. I remember thinking, wouldn't it be awful if I forgot? I'd have to rush home during my lunch break to turn it on (to which Joel later reminded me that raw chicken sitting out for 5 hours wouldn't really be in the "ready to cook" state).
Anyways, you all know where this story is going. I picked up the boys and headed home, excited to have dinner ready. Joel lifted the lid on the slow cooker to discover it had never been turned on. I immediately felt like an idiot. All of his hard work and a pile of raw food to show for it. He didn't get upset. He didn't make me feel stupid. I didn't even get the "I'm actually upset but trying really hard not to make you feel bad" vibe. Instead he just got to work, whipping up a quick dinner for the boys and declaring his excitement about ordering pizza later on. Despite how amazing he was, I admit I still shed a few tears. I know, it's silly, but I hate disappointing people and I felt so bad.
Tonight my husband was the perfect picture of grace and I'm thankful I get to do life with him. Next time someone messes up, I only hope I can have the same reaction.