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"Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts." ~ Albert Einstein
Yesterday after enjoying a peaceful day outdoors together, Alessandro and I hung curtain rods in the living room and kitchen. We had just commented as we parked the car in the driveway that it was great to have an afternoon together, but we knew the bickering would begin shortly, and our wisdom did not fail us. Alessandro finished hanging rods in the living room and called me from the kitchen where I was hanging a tension rod over the sink. He stood there with a stance of satisfaction admiring his work. I studied the wall, eyed the window frame, top right, top left, and all I could see was the flaw. The left curtain rod had been hung higher than the right. Disagreeing profusely, Alessandro became defensive, so I encouraged him to let the ruler be the judge. Turns out there was a quarter inch difference between the two. A difference that would be exaggerated once the curtains were hung. The discovery of this fact made him even more upset, and he declared "you have a sickness, you're insane." Frankly, he carried on quite a bit about how nuts I am and that he wasn't about to redo the work.
Yesterday after enjoying a peaceful day outdoors together, Alessandro and I hung curtain rods in the living room and kitchen. We had just commented as we parked the car in the driveway that it was great to have an afternoon together, but we knew the bickering would begin shortly, and our wisdom did not fail us. Alessandro finished hanging rods in the living room and called me from the kitchen where I was hanging a tension rod over the sink. He stood there with a stance of satisfaction admiring his work. I studied the wall, eyed the window frame, top right, top left, and all I could see was the flaw. The left curtain rod had been hung higher than the right. Disagreeing profusely, Alessandro became defensive, so I encouraged him to let the ruler be the judge. Turns out there was a quarter inch difference between the two. A difference that would be exaggerated once the curtains were hung. The discovery of this fact made him even more upset, and he declared "you have a sickness, you're insane." Frankly, he carried on quite a bit about how nuts I am and that he wasn't about to redo the work.
Well, I can't argue that I'm all of those things. The difference is, I don't see them as good or bad. I simply see myself for who I am. Perfectionist. Control freak. Outspoken. Direct. The list is long, trust me.
And so, as we crawled into bed that night and I thanked him for fixing the curtain rods (even though he didn't want to and because I truly do appreciate his hard work) and reminded him that he still owed me an apology for not being very nice during our project (because it's important to call each other out on our "stuff"), I scooped myself under the covers. Then, to my surprise, he let out a sigh and a smile, looked over and said, "scusami, tesoro" - "I'm sorry, honey." And with lighter hearts, we laughed and kissed and cuddled.
The date was Sunday, June 12th. On this day two rare things occurred: my husband apologized and I reminded myself that I see with my own eyes and feel with my own heart.
And because pictures are fun, here's one small corner of our new place that is presentable:
Happy Monday.
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