Priceless

Today was Brooklyn's birthday. We are so proud of our bright, sensitive five year-old. We celebrated the occasion with a terrific space party--pictures coming soon. :)

Tonight, however, I would like to post a note of thanks, not to Brooklyn, but to her father. While Jason is always fabulous, his golden side shines brightest when times are toughest. Earlier this week, I lost his wallet. We had taken the girls to see Annie at the Assembly Hall, and I borrowed it to buy popcorn during intermission. When I went to return it to him an hour later, it was gone.

Jason had every right to be angry, frustrated, and grumpy with me. Instead, however, he was generous, forgiving, and charitable. His loving attitude was particularly amazing considering the fact that he was right in the midst of his most intense week of the semester. He'd only slept a few hours in the days preceding, and his biggest submission was due the next morning. Not only had I lost a bit of cash and all of his credit cards, but I'd lost the student ID that allows him to get into his studio on perhaps the most critical night of the semester.

And still, he smiled. Instead of falling apart himself, he put his arms around my shoulders and kept my tears from falling.

We never found the wallet. I feel sad that someone would either pickpocket or lack the integrity to turn in a wallet that had been dropped. It will be a pain and a hassle to replace everything (not to mention expensive.) Yet despite the financial and emotional cost, the lesson that I learned about my husband's character is priceless.