Whatever for, she had no idea. She tried her usual method of thinking of lots of things which might be making her unhappy until she found which one made her cry harder.
It didn't work.
Her husband, he was loving. He tried to help. He tried to comfort. He did help, and he did comfort.
But she was still so sad.
She still couldn't figure it out. She cried at the oddest times through the morning.
Then she stopped crying, but she didn't feel much better. She still didn't know what was wrong. And no, there were none of the usual excuses for girls.
Her husband asked her what to do.
She jokingly replied she wanted to play Dragon Age and have a head massage.
So he gave her a head massage.
She felt so calm, so tired and so relaxed.
He gave her a very long head massage.
She wasn't very good at fighting the baddies, and she kept walking into walls, but she loved it.
She still doesn't know what was wrong, but she knows what helped most: the unselfish, the generous and genuine love of her husband, who didn't treat her like a moody girl who should stop crying and get over herself. She felt the love of God through him.
Gee, I nearly started crying again....
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