So I talked to Andrea a couple of times on the phone and I was putting a little pressure on him because I was feeling I am the one who has to do all the things and bla bla bla.... (but I guess this happens to other women too!)....
So I cleaned the house, had a long phone chit- chat with a friend, ironed the clothes and embroided a little.... but I cried from time to time. I felt tired.
After work Andrea went to the swimming pool and then he went to the grocery store and came back home. It was past 8pm.
He went to the kitchen and closed the door.... after some 40mins... he came out with this delicious dinner: toasted bread cut in shapes (he used biscuits shapes of hearts and stars) with a small 'bundle' of prosciutto fulfilled with little balls of melon and tied together with chive.
Then a big salad and more melon (which I love). Oops I forgot the roasted peppers..... hummmmyh
It was a balm for my heart and spirit!
But isn't it wonderful that my heart melts down for a plate of good food and that it is so easy to get relieved by those generous acts?
Isn't it silly to spend so much energies to be worried and angry?
Would it be easier to be open to the events of life and just let it be?
I should always remember, always, also during my PMS, that God has the power and Love is the solution.
