Today’s three things are:
I forgave her in an instant.
In a long week of travel, there’d been missed texts, lonely hotel rooms, and I was feeling dejected.
The meetings hadn’t gone well. It was hard work pushing the board’s agenda onto unwilling prospects.
I was worried. There’d been no choice. I’d had to rush off to New York when the senior partner became ill.
Sarah cried and declared me a heartless husband as I’d got into the taxi.
It was an important week for her.
The ultrasound scan; our first child. Her 30th birthday party; booked for six months.
I knew that I’d let her down, badly. But I felt unloved and misunderstood.
When I arrived at our front door, suitcase rolling behind, Sarah surprised me. Opening the door before I could use the key.
She laughed and rushed to hug me close.
The smell of delicious cooking wafted behind her. I could see the table was set, with a fancy cloche over the serving plate.
Sarah hurried me inside, helped with my coat, loosened my tie, and herded me to the table.
“Sit. Sit.” She said.
Then lifted the cover off that plate and screamed, “Twins!”