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.
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.