sometimes a girl just needs a cupcake.

It was definitely one of those days. For whatever reason (there was very little reason) every now and then, a girl's emotions decide to get the best of her and she just needs a good cry. If you're a boy and you're reading this, I apologize. I'm sure I lost you with the first sentence. But I'm sure, for you ladies reading this, you'll understand. Anything (and I mean anything); big, small, realistic, unrealistic, intended or unintended; just made me cry. just because. Looking back, I have concluded that I must have the most compassionate and understanding husband, as he patiently wiped my tears and listened while I teared up over the silliest of things. and I mean silliest. Allow me to humor you with one (of many) of the catalysts to these tears, that were ever-flowing that day:

We were out and about running errands and I needed to use the washroom (I had just finished a large mug of tea). So, I must have stopped in 3 or 4 stores, only to learn that NONE  of them had a washroom that I could use. I could feel the tears coming on as I walked, determined and hopeful, to the last place in the plaza, only to be met with a " No - well at least not for public use". And that was it. The floodgates were open. It was seconds before my eyes welled up with tears and I knew I had to leave. The moment I saw Cole waiting by the car, I felt my throat tightening and the sobs coming. I was barely in the car and I curled up, like the little girl and cried in my husbands arms.

And this was only one example of my girly, over-emotional teary moments. There truly were at least 4 or 5 moments that proceeded and followed this one that day. I didn't really have anything rational to cry about, or anything I needed to say; I just needed to cry.

I must brag about my mr.hartin for a moment. He truly is so gracious in such situations. He just listened and hugged, and let me cry. Occasionly smirking while I vented. Upon which I was gently and non-verbally reminded of how little these seemingly enormous and overwhelming situations were, that had caused my fragile world to fall apart that day. So mr. hartin, who knows me well enough to recognize a 'necessary-chocolate-fix' kind of day,  insisted we make a stop for a double chocolate, chocolate bar cupcake from Tracycakes.

Because there wasn't a 'real' problem with anything (although, in those teary moments, I could list off one hundred irrational ones), there was not 'real' solution' or remedy. And my husband let me know, that even though I didn't make very much sense, it was okay. The cupcake didn't solve anything really. It was the gesture behind it. A simple gesture from mr.hartin, reminding me that its okay to cry and sometimes it's the simple and little things that make grey skies a little sunnier or teary days at least a little less overwhelming. There wasn't a long, drawn-out, complicated solution that made everything thing better. Instead, it was a simple gesture.

I am thankful that God is so much bigger than my little world and that he holds my little world in His strong hands. I am also thankful for mr.hartin, he is a blessing. And I'm also thankful for cupcakes from Tracycakes.

love mrs. hartin