Q and I tried to go out for coffee this morning .
He wanted to push me in my manual chair, for the exercise:bad idea💡. It was approximately 3000° F!
We couldn’t find a way to get across 99W to the coffee place `cuz of construction.
Furthermore, Q was feeling uncomfortable and socially awkward (I think that’s his bipolar disorder).
So….. I suggested we just turn around and…go…home.
We had a glass of milk 🥛 🍪 instead.
I think it was good for Q and I both to see that he and his feelings are more important to me than getting a coffee or my expectations.
That’s a new skill for me. I credit Jesus and my husband, in that order.
Breakthrough! I am thankful.