Where Are All the Tractors?

July 25, 2011

in the generous life

Saturday morning I really didn’t want to get out of bed.  I was snuggly comfortable and I had no place to go in a hurry … I thought.  My husband reminded me that there was a parade in about 20 minutes.  We’re talking small town Settler’s Day parade marching about 2 blocks from our house.  My husband has made the adjustment to small town living like a duck to water.  He really wanted to see the class reunion floats, old cars, horses and tractors.

I said thanks, but no.  I was not interested (city gal).

My husband took it pretty gracefully, but I saw the disappointment.  I lay there curled up in bed with the picture of his face bouncing around in my head.  Oh, poo.  I love that man. I bounced out of bed (and, honestly, I didn’t even grumble, but I did give a longing look at my pillows).  I wish y’all could have seen his face when he saw me up and around.  He smiled pretty wide because he knew I was doing it for love.  But he also knows that I’ll find something fun about the parade and we’ll have a lovely time (I don’t hold grudges well at all, plus we have a pretty good history of having some fun (and occasionally wild) adventures).

© Georg Henrik Lehnerer | Dreamstime.comWe got to the parade route just as the police, ambulance and fire truck started it off.  We smiled as the children scrambled for candy.  The old cars were fun and the horses were really pretty amazing.  We waved at all the local royalty and cheered the veterans. Sadly there were just not that many tractors.  (I’m allowed a little sassyness, I gave up my pillow after all.) My husband kept looking for them and I think he was seriously disappointed.

Looking back, I’m so glad that I passed up a few more minutes of snuggle time with my pillow for my husband.  I love the time we spent together, the laughs, the hand holding and the silliness that is a part of small town parades (they actually had poo patrols to take care of the horse poo).  

Make an effort to value your husband’s desires.  He’s worth it and you’re likely to wind up with wonderful memories and a husband that feels deeply loved.

Love is more than a noun — it is a verb; it is more than a feeling — it is caring, sharing, helping, sacrificing.  William Arthur Ward

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Be generous!  Lori <><

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

Lea July 25, 2011 at 4:03 am

Wonderful reminder. I’m inspired to get up early with my hubby before work a few times a week and send him out the front door with a kiss!


Karl December 22, 2014 at 9:40 pm

well same here. until i get a sound 8 hour sleep (which i only get at the weekends,) i don’t regain my senses :p. here’s to the sleep. :)


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