Don't worry, this will not be an extensive post. In fact, it can be summed up in just a few words (which is, incidentally, how my husband likes to have all of our "touchy-feely" conversations):
Under-promise. Over-deliver.
Now, I may not like him very much for this lesson. In fact, it may be hurtful sometimes. It may be disappointing not to hear the words I want to hear. It may limit my possibilities. It may make things harder. But, I can honestly say that it is one of the few things I can look back and be grateful for from him.
Not speaking empty words.
Not making promises one doesn't intend to keep.
Not saying one thing and doing another.
At least, I have known what to expect. It has not always been pretty (and that's the understatement of the century) but I always know when I am promised something, it happens. Always. So while it hurts not to hear all the things my heart longs for, I am also never fooled into a false sense of security. And that is something to be grateful for.
Under-promise. Over-deliver.
Now, I may not like him very much for this lesson. In fact, it may be hurtful sometimes. It may be disappointing not to hear the words I want to hear. It may limit my possibilities. It may make things harder. But, I can honestly say that it is one of the few things I can look back and be grateful for from him.
Not speaking empty words.
Not making promises one doesn't intend to keep.
Not saying one thing and doing another.
At least, I have known what to expect. It has not always been pretty (and that's the understatement of the century) but I always know when I am promised something, it happens. Always. So while it hurts not to hear all the things my heart longs for, I am also never fooled into a false sense of security. And that is something to be grateful for.
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