Roses and Forgiveness

My husband was away for three days this week in connection with work. I wanted to show him, when he got home, that I do care about him. Amazingly, the house got cleaned and tidied (at least on the surface, there's a lot of "deep" cleaning that needs doing but this was good enough for guests), I made a point of being showered and dressed (I love just hanging around in my nightgown all day if I don't have to go anywhere, it's so comfy) and had a nice meal ready for his arrival. Though he came home sick and went to bed soon after dinner, he seemed grateful.

This morning he came home from a morning meeting with a dozen roses and a note which reads, "Thanks for loving me. I'm sorry for all the hurts I've ever caused you." Wow! This from the man who angrily told me on Monday he'd never hurt me. I was near tears when I read the note and near tears again as I write this. He also wants to go back to the camp this summer. God is good.