I’m the one who broke the salt shaker and didn’t quite get all the pieces picked up.
He’s the one who stepped on the piece i missed and gashed his foot.
And yet there wasn’t a hint of recrimination as he treated his injury or mention that he wasn’t going to be able to jump rope today because his foot is still healing.
Not the slightest hint.
That is what grace sounds like. And character. I am grateful to be living with both.