Labor of Love

Good morning! 

As I just shared with you, my new husband is gluten-free. Yesterday my 89 year old father (who I have lived with for the past five years or so) told us he was headed to the grocery store to buy a loaf of bread.🍞 He asked if we needed anything.  We were busy decluttering. “You can pick me up a loaf, too! Gluten-free!” was the reply. We thought nothing more of it.

My dad, who knows nothing more about gluten free than the man in the moon so to speak, came home with a bag. For my husband. Chock full of gluten free goodies that he had hand picked all by himself. From Reasor’s.  A foreign Reasor’s no doubt. Our neighborhood Reasor’s closed not too long ago. And my dad is not a big shopper. His bride of 54 years did that for him. But now she is gone, and he makes his routine trips to Reasor’s for exercise. For something to pass the time. And to pick up a few items for nourishment.

This is what he bought. My favorite was the gluten free  corndogs. If you know my husband at all, you know he is not a big corndog kind of guy on a normal day, but we will be eating corndogs now!

I have to tell you. We’ve been decluttering. In an attempt to combine households.  I had just emptied out the garage refrigerator/freezer the day before, so the kitchen freezer was filled to capacity.  There was no room for gluten-free corndogs! I could feel my blood pressure rising. We were on our way out the door to drop a load off at Goodwill when he brought in the bag. Ugh! It was not on my agenda to clean out the kitchen freezer at that moment in time. I had a plan! And gluten-free corndogs was not part of it.

But God had a plan. A much greater plan. He told me to slow down and smell the roses. To take a break from the decluttering agenda and appreciate the labor of love from an elderly man. My father. Who stepped out of his comfort zone to find gluten-free items for my husband. To welcome him into our home. Our lives. His life. To offer his acceptance into our tribe.

It was precious. Now I laugh about it. And will be preparing those gluten-free corndogs very soon. And someday I’ll most likely wish I still had my dad around bringing me the most inappropriate frozen food at the most inopportune time.

Until then I’m going to slow down every now and again, savor the distractions, love my dad and my husband, and serve up some gluten-free corndogs to whoever is in for the taking!

I’m so thankful, and so love the men in my life! The one I first loved, and the one I’ll love last! ❀❀

Let each of you look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.                                   Philippians 2:4

Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

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