Rechargeable Love
Our Christmas was great. We got to spend time with both of our families, got plenty of rest, and refrained from household chores for the better part of the weekend.
Everything was good, with the exception of a battery going up in my wife’s car.
Strangely enough, it didn’t put an entire damper on our entire Christmas celebration. We found out that the car wouldn’t start on Christmas Eve, which meant that we could not get it looked at until the 26th, a day that I had to work. I tried my best to secure another battery and put it in myself, only to discover that I put the battery in backwards and blew a fuse.
Yep. Just trying to help.
But a strange Christmas miracle happened, and its only a Christmas miracle because it happened on Christmas night. My wife was overwhlemed with appreciation. Overwhelmed to the point that she expressed it to me several times over the weekend. In marriage, appreciation is all that is ever wanted by both husband and wife. Wife on a daily basis, and husband every now and then.
For my now and then to come on Christmas made it extra special, because I felt that, even though I messed up, my wife could always count on me. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted her to know. That she can always count on me.
Eventually, the car got fixed and everything is back to normal, but if anyone happens to know the reset codes on a 2005 Mazda 6, it would be an even better Christmas.
