Every night, after dinner I make a big show out of packing my husband’s lunch. I ask him if he wants a peach or an apple. I pretend to be offended when he explains that he doesn’t want a banana because the smell permeates into his sandwich. I roll my eyes when he requests his banana peppers to be dried and packed separately so they don’t get all gross and nasty.
But the truth is, I’ve come to love packing my husband’s lunch.
I love asking him at the end of the day, eagerly, as if I have prepared a 12-course feast, how his lunch (usually a ham sandwich or leftovers) was.
I love hearing how his students ask him, very seriously, in fact, if his wife is a gourmet chef.
But the truth is, I love packing his lunch because I’ve come to learn that is more than a plastic baggie full of “veggie” chips pretending to be healthy and a somewhat mushy sandwich, but a simple way…
To show my love.
It’s such a small thing that takes a few minutes of my time and I can’t believe I didn’t do it earlier. It sounds crazy, but I really do believe that making his lunch has helped our marriage. I know he appreciates my efforts and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that he understands my small gesture for him.
Because with each granola bar I pack and each yogurt I lovingly place, I am saying, Thank you. I appreciate you.
My days of feeling like a crappy wife are over. Not because a good marriage is based on who-makes-lunch-for-who.
But because it’s made up of the small things, like making your husband’s lunch when you know he won’t do it, that say,
I love you.
Even if I have to pack your sticken` peppers separately. Read More
-By Chaunie Brusie
