My husband asked me to write a blog about underwear, and since he’s still recovering from an injury, I thought I’d oblige.
If there is anything that a crisis can teach a person, it’s gratitude for simple things.
The outer apparatus, more correctly named, the External Fixater holding my husband’s foot together was about a total of one foot wide.
He couldn’t stretch any type of underwear around it. Of course, jeans or pants were out of the question. His attire for the last eight weeks have consisted of basketball shorts and t-shirts (thank you to Mom for supplying his daily wear).
He finally got to put on underwear for the first time in two months. Several times over the weekend he shined that charming smile of his, and in the most jubilant tone he’d say, “I’m wearing underwear!”
Who knew that someone could be ecstatic to wear underwear … so much so that he asked me to share his joy.
Keep in mind, he is still not able t0 put any weight on either foot yet, but the restrictions have brought up gratitude for things we normally wouldn’t even notice.
So good to hear that he is improving, Lori. But, what does this have to do with grocery shopping?
If there is any of the little things in life that I despise doing, it’s grocery shopping. In fact, I’m not much of a shopper at all. The only time you’ll find me enjoying it, is by the costume jewelry rack at an inexpensive department store (JC Penney comes to mind). Aside from that, I do not shop.
My husband did the grocery shopping for our household, but with his non-weight bearing predicament, this chore has fallen to me.
I have a new appreciation for my happy, underwear-wearing husband who took care of this tedious task for both of us.
Make no mistake, this blog post is about gratitude for the little things … like a husband who did the grocery shopping. And …