And those giant ice cubes just don't cut it.
With my pregnancy hormones being all wacky, I've had a hard time keeping drinks down (especially water). And drinks that are too sweet only serve to further upset my stomach.
But sometimes, the carbonation in soda seems to help calm things down. However, soda can be too strong if it isn't filtered through some good-sized ice. (Good size meaning small. Pebble-sized. Is that what the ice I like is called? Pebble ice? That's what Tyler calls it.)
Anyway. Last night, around 10 PM, I had a minor emotional meltdown. Things have been hard (they are getting better though), and it all just hit me. I started crying and trying to explain what all was bothering me to Tyler. He calmly listened and rubbed my back through it all, being as understanding and helpful as he could. As I finally started to relax, I turned to him and said, "All I want is some tiny ice."
Tyler, being the great guy he is, assured me that he would check at the store for some ice for me when he went to pick up some milk and Sprite.
But stores don't sell the good kind of ice. I knew this, and Tyler knew this. So, I had no actual expectation for any tiny ice.
A few minutes after I calmed down, Tyler headed out to the store. He was gone for a long time. So long, in fact, that I was starting to get worried. Just as I was about to enter panic mode, Tyler arrived home--with the ice I was wanting.
As it turns out, Tyler had gone to the store, then made his way out to Sonic to pick up some ice. (Sonic ice, in case you've never had it, is the best kind of ice. It's tiny and porous and perfect.) As it happens, he arrived after Sonic had closed for the night, but managed to catch someone before they left. Happily, Tyler had some cash on him so that he could pay for the ice even though the computers were already powered down.
And Tyler returned home the hero.
I know this is a little thing. But it really meant so much to me. I started tearing up when I saw what he had done. I told Tyler it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. And in the moment, it really felt like it.
3 comments:
Tyler has always been very compassionate, and I know he loves you so very much. So do we, Karen. We wish we could help you through this very hard time, and it's so frustrating being 800 miles away.
It's called "flake ice" and I know this because both my husband and I are OBSESSED with this type of ice. In fact, Brian bought me a commercial flake ice machine for my birthday a few years ago and now we have an unlimited supply. Our friends made fun of us at first, but now everyone asks us to bring ice whenever we come over.
By the way, CONGRATULATIONS on baby #2. We are all so excited for you and Tyler.
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