Yesterday I did something that I was very proud of. My wife grabbed some big garbage bags from the hall closet and said she was going out to rake the leaves in the front yard. I didn’t complain or hum and haw, I just got up off the couch and told her I would give her a hand. That is so unlike me!
A couple of weeks ago we tackled the back yard and I moaned and complained the whole time, which is exactly why my wife doesn’t even ask if I’ll help her with the raking anymore.
In about an hour and half and some 13 or 14 garbage bags later we were done. I even proudly boasted to my wife, “Hey, I didn’t complain once.” I don’t know whether or not she was as proud of that accomplishment as I was, but she sure must have been surprised by it.
It didn’t matter to me. I gave myself a good old pat on the back.
Atta boy Lewis!