Dinah and I bought a king size bed but didn’t buy a headboard right away. So yesterday we began the hunt of finding one.

What follows isn’t about the differences of how men and women shop (or think, or think while they’re shopping), it’s about a loving relationship.

OK, it is a little about the differences. I thought we were on a mission but soon discovered we weren’t. Dinah spent almost 30 minutes in a shoe store and an extra 15 minutes in Hobby Lobby after I left the store. I had to do some serious self-talk to keep myself focused and some of it was out loud, alone, in the car.

I’ll skip to the important part.

We found the right headboard at the right price, I was patient, I affirmed her choice, and made it my mission to get it to the house before the store closed (which meant borrowing a truck, etc.), and set up. We ate lunch and had a wonderful afternoon – mostly because I made the (wise) choice to let the experience be about us and not about me.

I was especially proud of myself when, at the end of the day, I didn’t use the “you got a new headboard, so I get a new iPhone 6s Plus, right?” line.

Blessings,

Pastor Mark