One day, a package came in the mail to George and Amelia’s address. They didn’t look at who it was addressed to, and they tore it open, only to discover that Patricia’s large print copies had arrived!
“Oops,” Amelia said. “These are for Patricia, not us.”
“We’ll have to tell her,” George said. “I know. Let’s take a selfie with the books and send it to her. Then she’ll know we have her books, and she’ll probably get a laugh out of it.”
So they set up the tripod for Amelia’s phone and set the self-timer. She and George sat down in front of the book, and the timer counted down…
3…
2…
1…
FLASH!
“Cheese!” said George.
And Amelia sent the picture to Patricia. From far away in Patricia’s apartment, they heard a peal of laughter.
“She got it,” Amelia said.
George and Amelia had so many things in common. But they dealt with toothpaste tubes very differently.
Every morning after Amelia finished brushing her teeth, George would go into the bathroom after her, and he’d have to smooth out the toothpaste tube again because she always squeezed it savagely right in the middle of the tube!
George muttered to himself as he straightened the tube out again.
“There is a right way, and there is a wrong way,” George said to himself.
“What’s that, George?” Amelia asked. “Why do you seem grumpy?”
“Amelia, we need to address this!” George said. “What has the toothpaste tube ever done to you to deserve this kind of treatment?”
“What treatment?” Amelia asked.
“You squeeze it in the middle,” George said. “You flatted it and wrinkle it and squash it…”
“I just squeeze it where it is fattest,” Amelia said. “It only makes sense.”
“If I didn’t fix the tube every single morning, you’d never get another bit of toothpaste out!” George said.
“Oh…” Amelia considered this for a moment. “Thank you for being the toothpaste fixer, George.”
And George didn’t have anything to say to that, because when Amelia thanked him for things, it made him feel heroic. And he supposed if toothpaste was their biggest disagreement, then they were probably quite a happy couple.
“Amelia, Amelia!” George called as he came into the apartment. “Grab your purse!”
“What?” Amelia asked, rushing from the kitchen. “Why?”
“Right now! Hurry, hurry!” he said. “We can’t waste a single second!”
Amelia was right in the middle of making tuna sandwiches for their supper, but there was nothing on the stove, and George was all aflutter, so Amelia rushed to the bedroom, grabbed her purse and followed her husband out the door.
George hurried her along to the car and opened the door for her, dancing from foot to foot in his excitement.
“This is worth it!” he said, beaming. “You’ll see!”
And George spun out of the parking lot and headed down the road. Not very far away, there were some crabapple trees, and in the springtime, they blossomed beautifully until every twig and branch was covered in little pink flowers.
But for one day every year, when the wind picked up at just the right time, all those beautiful pink petal fell from the crabapple trees and fluttered through the air.
And this was day!
George parked right under the tree, and he and Amelia looked up at the swirling petals as they danced through the air. They were speechless at the beauty, and Amelia reached over and took George’s hand.
“George?” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“You didn’t kiss me hello yet,” she said.
So George leaned over and kissed her. “Hello, Amelia.”
“Hello, George.”
And they watched the pink petals fall.
I hope you are finding beauty in your day, too! And I hope you find time to read some quality books. Perhaps you’ll check out mine?
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❤
Patricia Johns 
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