I love your Dad. Men are such funny creatures!
Yesterday he said he was going to Target and asked if I wanted anything. I said yes, a small jar of Vaseline (to prevent chapped lips in the winter.) I emphasized small. Off he went..... and off I went on my separate adventures for the day.
When you were a baby, you had such awful diaper rash for months and months. It must have hurt terribly. I tried everything for it and finally bought a large jar of Vaseline. I finally finished that jar after nearly 40 years.
So when I got home last night, on the counter in the bathroom sat a LARGE jar of Vaseline. I fussed and fumed. I tried to explain that this was more than I needed. I'm 65 years old now. Did he expect me to live to 105? I don't think so! He explained that this was the only size they had, except for single-use packages. He was in Target, for crying out loud! They have smaller jars somewhere, I know they must.
We watched the ballgame. I read. He dug out the sales receipt and told me I could take it back. He went to bed. I was still fussing about this in my brain and then I went to bed. All of a sudden it occurred to me that the large jar of Vaseline was an example of his optimism and his love for me. Yes, he believes I'm going to live a long, long time and yes, he loves me enough to prove it with an large jar of Vaseline.
This morning, as he was going to accomplish another of my errands, I had to stop him, give him a kiss and thank him for believing in me -- For believing that I would live to 105. He's such a good guy! My wish for all women is that they have guys in their life who treat them as well. This is my wish for you, dear daughter.
Love, Mom
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