I've named this blog for my husband, and have quite a bit to say on the subject of his goodness
and badness. I've so much to say it may be the start of a series, or chapters. First, some disclaimers: I have been married to this badgood husband since 1995, and despite himself, I'm in love with him, no matter what. I'm in love with him more now than ever and have been married to him all of my adult life, and a bit of my childhood (who's an adult at 19?). I won't be bashing him.
On with the story......
public transportation to the Little Eiffel Tower to look out over the entire city. Walking through a garden to the tower, I dropped my rose. We noticed just in time to see a school aged girl find the rose on the ground, and pick it up with obvious delight.
I noticed the girl's face the same moment as Silas was bounding like Tigger back down the path towards her. I saw him squat down and talk to the girl for a moment, then she gave him the rose. As he ran like a school boy back towards the group, my friend leaned in and said, "Silas, he is a good husband, but a bad man". This is exactly what I was feeling as well. What a sweet guy to go get the rose, what a jerk for taking a rose from a little girl. The passing comment of a friend, summed up Silas, I just never thought of it so clearly. Silas loves me, despite all others. This is a very attractive attribute from my perspective, and only sometimes mildly embarrassing, and usually not.
After some awkward moments walking, I told him
I would rather it would be alright to let the girl keep the rose, and I'll keep the memory of his kindness: getting me a rose, giving it to a pretty little girl. As we entered the tower he did give the rose back to the girl. I'm sure she will always remember a stranger giving her a rose (her mom was there too). The girl was all smiles as we headed up the stairs of the tower.