A love letter........................

(my) Mister HATES to write. No clue why, but it is so true. If I bug him enough he sometimes leaves me little sticky notes on the coffee pot. Imagine my glee this morning when I went to start the coffee and found a full page of paper taped to the pot. My first thought was it was the race entry form I ask him to fill out for me (I told you all I was spoiled), but when I peeked at it, I saw that it was an actual letter in his hand writing. ALMOST A FULL PAGE! Made me go instantly mushy all over. WHAT A GREAT GUY!

I savored the moment of reading the letter by doing all of my regular wake-up routine things first, and then sat down to enjoy it. I know many of you grew up on e-mails, but to me they don't hold a candle to an (archaic) hand-written note. This is what I read...

My Dearest Tricia, (good start)

I screwed up. (It's 6:00 AM, what could he have possibly done already?) I didn't push record at 10 PM and didn't get "Medium" started until 10:40 PM. I feel terrible letting you down again. I know that you will be disappointed with not seeing the show. I love you and hope you will forgive me.

Love you,

Mister

Was it really me who said I was fine with the old fashion recording system and didn't need one of those TIVO/DVR/high tech recorder gizmos that does everything automatically? Maybe I was wrong?

Not that I had any clue what the letter would contain, but this information was not even close to being on my radar screen. I do think it was pretty clever of him to confess in a letter, knowing that he will be 60 miles away from me physically for the next eight hours. I have to have calmed down by then. Right?

And how many of you guys out there are feeling sympathy pangs for dear ole Mister, having to beg forgiveness for forgetting to record one little TV show? Trust me, he has a history as far as this goes, and ya I know I can watch it in re-run season, but when the power goes out just as you are settling back to watch the big game know it is Karma settling the score!

What makes this funny is that it is a typical case in point about our thoughts creating our reality. Since we got back from vacation I have been reminding him that I wanted him to tape Medium for me. Every marriage has a division of labor doesn't it? What is wrong with him having the job of taping TV shows? He tapes them, and I watch them during the day while he is at work. Sounds fair to me. I have waited months for a new episode of the show (when did I ever say I had a real life?) and was very excited.

When the TV section came last Saturday (my) Mister studied it like one would study for the SATs and plotted out everything I wanted recorded for the week. YES! The man takes making me happy VERY seriously. I was of the opinion that House was also suppose to be new last night so it took him several minutes and three promises that he would "check just to be sure the paper wasn't wrong" to get through the remainder of the television viewing week and on to his next task, but hey! am I not worth it?

When he came home from work yesterday I told him it might be a good idea to do a test run of the VCR, make sure everything was working (if you miss the first five minutes you miss a lot), and would he please check the current edition of the paper to double check about House? When I came back from my run he assured me that everything was set and he was on top of it. Since I didn't think anything else about it, I can only assume that (my) Mister spent the night thinking thoughts like, "I'll forget to record the show and she will kill me," or, "l forget to push record, I'm dead meat." and his thoughts became his (terror-filled) reality.

The antidote to negative thoughts? Love of course. For every time the bonehead has forgotten to push record there are thousands of examples of other things he has done to insure my happiness and the happiness of our marriage. Is he perfect? Not by a long shot (no matter what his ego would like us all to believe), but truth be told neither am I. I choose to believe that the world will not end because I can't watch Medium this morning (even though I did extra chores yesterday in preparation for the event she says to throw a little more guilt on the flames). Heck, I am going to go all out and choose to believe that something even better is going to come along to replace the show. Why? Because I can. There was a time when I would have needed to hang onto another's mistake to make myself feel superior. The more I come to understand that we are all inter-connected the easier it is becoming to not nurture a grudge, but instead practice the Golden Rule. What was it I said about having miracles in my week in yesterday's post? In other words, relax honey...You're off the hook.