So this is kind of a recent discovery. Yes, I still have a lot to learn. Remember when I told you that I suck at life and ran into a car that wasn't even moving? My husband's truck.
Well, let me tell you, if the positions had been switched I would have been really frustrated with Rion. I would have asked him to maybe look before he backed-up, to remind him of the money we would have to spend to fix it, or maybe to even ask him to be more careful next time.
Not him people. He was just so full of grace. He kept telling me that it was okay, it was just an accident. So in return I kept telling him to yell at me. Totally healthy. In reality I knew that I would not have handled myself as well as him, and if he had gotten mad at me I would feel a little better. Again, totally healthy.
That guy you see in that picture up there just might be the most patient person I've ever met. Every time I screw up he always meets me with grace, and I can tell you it makes me feel like the most loved person on this planet.
So what I'm trying to say is that I've learned that I have a lot to learn. Especially from my sweet husband. It is so humbling to see the areas that I desperately need help in, and fortunately Rion's strongest points are some of my weakest.