First of all, I wasn’t sure about just what to say about this Valentine’s Day. Like many, I’ve had extremely good and bad experiences with February 14th. Over the years I’ve been adored, surprised, and spoiled. Like my recent trip to Cabo.
And I’ve also spent the holiday single eating an entire box of Samoas in a car. Oh, and let’s not forget the time I was dumped the week before.
As I struggled this morning with how to intentionally write about the holiday, I realized that Mr. Lively really has the lesson to share.
You see yesterday I got the 200 iPad cases back in stock and had 42 pre-orders to pack and ship. While getting them all ready all by myself, I discovered that the new cases weigh exactly one ounce more than the previous cases.
This one precious little ounce took the weight of the packages from 13 oz to 14 oz. While that may not sound that important when it comes to shipping, it is the tipping point. 13 oz packages can be sent through First Class Mail at a low rate and deposited in the blue mail boxes found on street corners all over the country. But 14 oz packages require Priority Mail shipping (doubling the cost in some cases) and needed to be individually entered into the stamp program One. By. One. They also are not allowed to be deposited in blue mail boxes, but must be dealt with directly by the postal service.
The end result of this shipping change tripled my time to finish the orders at the end of the day. I spent three and a half hours getting them done.
Mr. Lively came home from work in the middle of this packing frenzy, just before I tackled the stamps.
He was eager to help me finish the orders and did everything he could to help the process move more quickly. But because I was still figuring out how to do the Priority shipping on the shipping software, I didn’t really know how he could help effectively.
Which left me annoyed and irritable. Rather than project the frustration at the shipping rules, I was short with him.
Mr. Lively pretty quickly realized that the best thing he could do was move my printer from the bookshelf to my desk and leave the apartment.
Not my finest moment, but it is the truth.Â Â
After he left, I was able to focus on getting a shipping rhythm down and complete the orders as quickly as possible. And boy did having the printer close at hand help.
Just as I was finishing up the packages, Mr. Lively returned. He had my favorite nachos in hand, a bottle of great wine, and two cupcakes. He got me the Cake Batter one above from Molly’s Cupcakes because he knows that I love dough more than baked treats.
It was the perfect ending to a not-so-perfect shipping situation.
The moral of the story? Mr. Lively was able to love me despite my not-so-lovable attitude. He did something extremely kind for me even though my treatment toward him at the time didn’t call for anything nice.
He didn’t wait to feel a mushy love-y infatuation for me in order to do something kind. He did it even when I may not have deserved it.
Which is what real love is all about.