The other day my phone pinged on my way to the grocery store.
When I got there, I saw a picture of the gorgeous high-rise view my husband was seeing at a business meeting in a city where it was warm and sunny with clear blue skies. He included the message: Don’t be jealous.
He’s so cute.
My husband has always been appreciative of the things he sees and does on his business trips, because as a kid growing up in rural America he didn’t have the opportunity to experience all of what the world has to offer. That’s okay. Most of us didn’t. He never fails to be adequately impressed when he sees something that’s breathtaking or awe-inspiring.
And he shares it with me.
It’s cold here, and damp, and everyone’s muttering “more snow coming” under their breath for days, for fear that it will actually happen. Well, it is winter, and winter isn’t exactly the most gorgeous season in our area, except for the 15% of the time after it snows and is sunny and gorgeous. The rest of the time it’s just ugly. As I looked out my window at the gray, 37-degree sky in my own present, I kind of was a little bit jealous.
And then I looked over at the car next to me, and the lady in the passenger seat was holding a rabbit.
And for some reason, I wasn’t jealous of my husband’s view anymore.
|A view like this pales in comparison when the lady next to you is holding a forest animal in her lap.|