When I was newly married, I learned first hand that when I looked for
something to bug me, I would always find it. Thinking things had to be done
exactly the way I was taught, I was very critical of how my husband made the bed,
folded laundry, and even made dinner. I don’t remember how long this went on but one
day I heard the words in my head, “If you keep criticizing the way he is trying
to help, pretty soon he will stop helping altogether.” After that moment,
my attitude changed; instead of thinking things had to be
done a certain way and allowing it to annoy me if they weren’t, I started
showing gratitude that they were being done. I stopped remaking the bed if the
comforter was crooked or the blankets weren’t tucked in and 18 years later I
love walking in my room and seeing a crooked comforter because it tells me that
my husband loves me enough to make the bed when I know he really could care
less if the bed was made at all.
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