|this is NOT my biscotti...but this is what i was aiming for...sigh...|
they were edible...just not giftable. so...my husband took them to work :)
a woman with italian heritage commented on what a wonderful husband he must be. her family always said that if a woman has time to make biscotti it means that her man is taking good care of her.
what is funny is that lately i have been really
struggling with feeling cared for. often my feelings are pushed to the side (as things should be when there are 4 little ones).
i thought about complaining, whining and nagging...but i know better...those methods just push him further away.
i thought about giving him the silent treatment...but that doesn't actually accomplish anything...just makes him think i'm going to start my period soon.
i tried hinting...pfft! that didn't work at all...my husband is completely oblivious to hints...as are most men.
i tried flat out asking for more compassion on his part...but things get busy and then i get bitter...a really bad combo.
it wasn't a long eloquent prayer (as you can tell...i'm far from eloquent) i just held my heart out to God for Him to fix it.
you know what's funny. a few days later (maybe even a few weeks) my husband asked me how i was feeling.
then...my husband woke me up one morning with some incredible news...he was staying home from work and he wanted me to take the day off.
i went and got my hair cut (10 inches off and it's still past my shoulders...lol!)
i ate out...inside the restaurant...and no one looked at me weird...and my food was hot.
i read a few chapters in a book that didn't have to do with my responsibilities.
i walked around the mall and picked up a few Christmas presents.
and the whole time i thanked my Father for speaking to my husband on my behalf.
and then i got home and gushed over my husband for what a blessing the day was...and i made biscotti.