Making up after a fight should be measured in inches, not words.
It is the inch I lean away from him when he tries to put his arm around my shoulder in a silent apology. It is the half-inch I step to the outside when he moves toward me.
Measure it in the three inches I set my gaze downward, toward the ground, as I meditate on the hurtful words in my mind; in the slight turn of my face.
But then, measure the reconciliation in the inch I lean my ear to him when he whispers, “I was wrong” even though I know he wasn’t. Or in the 6 inches my hand travels from an angry crossed-arm stance, relaxed downward to grasp his…and then the inch further when my little finger wraps around his.
And then watch reconciliation in the 12 inches of arm I press against his, shoulder to shoulder, down to our elbows.
Small movements, very few words. Sometimes my pride is too deep to lurch out of. I need to leave it behind, inch by inch.
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Beautiful. You are amazing.
Love you!
So true, Sarah. Words help us get there, but our actions show the true nature of our heart.
Very beautifully expressed.
I loved this. It’s so insightful.
me too sarah, inch by inch.
Love this. Inches are great. Some Days it may be millimeters though. Fortunately Craig and I just don’t really fit.
You hit the nail on the head, friend!
I really enjoyed this. Read it through a few times and loved it mored each time.
wow. i will ruin this if i try to say something.
so.
wow!
very true…and i’m guilty of the very same stuff
whew…..
Ok. Seriously. This one is a keeper.
It is amazing that you are so articulate even in an apology.
I love and treasure you.
this was beautiful.
and something i needed. today. right now.