You’re gonna miss this

Your gonna miss this.
That’s what my husband said to me as I gave him a not-so-nice look after he made an annoying noise while swallowing his drink.
I made my husband feel horrible all because he swallowed too loudly.  Seriously?!
I’ve never been a fan of bodily noises {of any kind} but I tend to take this out the worst on my husband.
After he said that, time stopped.  I felt like I got sucker punched in the stomach.
This happens frequently in our house.
Little things my husband does that irk me.
Dirty looks given to him in return.
If I’m being completely honest, these are real things that happen in our house.
It’s not always glitz, glamour, and rosy cheeks!
I’m not always perfect.
Does this happen with your significant other?  
I’m sure there are little things your s/o does that make you crazy too.
Maybe he never drinks a full glass of anything that is poured, or puts his dishes in the dishwasher.
Or leaves an empty roll of toilet paper…all the time.
Maybe he snores too loudly at night?
Whatever the case is why does it irk us?
Why do we let little things like this eat at us?
I promise this is going somwhere just hang in there with me through this post.
I promise it’ll be worth it.
My husband has never said those 4 words to me before, “You’re gonna miss this.”
Tonight it really hit home for me.
Wow!  One day I will miss this!
There will be a day when he won’t be around and I’ll be eating by myself in complete silence because he is not there to make his little noises.
There will be a day when he’s not around to leave balled up dirty socks around the house.
The day will come when ESPN isn’t on our tv’s 24/7.
All of those annoying acts will only be a memory…
and that my friends is scary…like take my breath away scary.
Can’t even fathom that day in time scary, and instant tears scary.
Today these things bother me.
Today they are a nuisance.
Something that I cannot stand.
But one day I am gonna miss them.
One day, if it’s just me by myself, I will miss him.
Everything about him.
His smell, his clothes, his face, his child-like smiles, his feet, his touch, his kind soul, his deep brown eyes.
Even the noises he made that I was once not too happy about…
and the balled up dirty socks around the house.
Tonight I learned something. 
This stopped me in my tracks.
It was like coming face to face with an 18 wheeler at 70 mph.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want to remember being nasty to my husband because of little noises he makes, or habits he has that make me cringe.
Who cares?
Is it really that big of a deal?
No.
I realize this is something I need to work on.
I need to be thankful that my husband is here for another dinner with me, that he walked through the door after working and driving home at 3am, that he is always willing and ready to change a dirty diaper, or take the kids to the grocery store with him.
Or that he can tell when this momma needs a morning to sleep in, or just a few minutes to myself.
I know I’m becoming long-winded and your probably wondering where I am going with all of this!
Titus 3:2 says
 “to speak evil of no one, to avoid quarreling, to be gentle, and to show perfect courtsey toward all people.”

This is something that we are called to do.
To be gentle, to show courtesy towards others, especially our husbands.
Do something for me-today.
The next time when someone does something that bothers you think to yourself:
One day I’m gonna miss this.
Remember that we are called to be gentle, always. Not sometimes.  Always.
See if that changes your perspective on things, because I know it changed mine.
P.S. Thanks for hanging in there with me through this loooooong post!

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