Thanks to World o’ Crap for directing me to this poignant piece from Concerned Women for America. Here’s the premise: Janice is pissed because she realizes that she’s been mopping with a foam mop for 20 years when, really, she prefers a string mop. So she yells and screams in the kitchen about her deep desire for a string mop. And then…
I opened the door and there stood a delivery boy from the local florist –– holding a brand new string mop with a dozen beautiful red roses artistically arranged up and down the handle!
I stepped back, stunned! Then, I burst into laughter, reached for the bouquet and read the card.
A warm glow welled up inside of me. Gil, Sr. had not dismissed my “insight” as irrelevant after all!
How much did he understand?
The card in his handwriting stated simply, “I don’t care what mop you use, as long as it is our floor you’re mopping! Love, Gil.”
With tears streaming down my face, I saw clearly in that gesture Gil’s love and unconditional acceptance of me.
Aww… thanks, Gil! As WOC says, “Now wasn’t that nice? He lets her use any kind of mop she wants, as long as she mops their floor, instead of, say, letting it stay dirty until he takes his turn at it.”
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