My friend, Katie, got married at the end of April. It was an absolutely beautiful wedding! And she was without a doubt one of the most beautiful brides I've ever seen. I got the honor (along with my friend Lindsay) of doing the guest book and programs. I'm so happy for Katie and Andy and wish them all the best in the world!! But this post isn't about the wedding...it's about what happened to me on the day of the wedding.
I am ALWAYS late. It doesn't matter what time I get up or what time I start getting ready...I can't seem to be there as early as I planned. Well, I thought on the day of Katie's wedding, that is NOT going to happen today. Today is Katie's wedding and I am going to be ON TIME. Hmm...I need to be there at 4:00 for pictures, so I'll need to start getting ready around 2:00. Proud of my decision, and determined to be on time, I actually decided to go ahead and get started a little early...maybe 1:45. The first item on the list...paint my toenails. No problem!
I hopped up on the counter in the bathroom and pulled out my brand new bottle of Maybelline Express Finish polish. It's supposed to dry in 50 seconds...score! I am sooo gonna be on time today! Pink Shock...love the color! I couldn't wait to get started. I unscrewed the lid and moved the brush toward my toe. I stopped though, quickly deciding to go grab a paper towel from the kitchen to put under my toes. I mean, I didn't want to make a mess. I would hate to get nail polish on the vanity. I replaced the brush and scurried off to the kitchen. I had left some food out on the counter from lunch, so I decided while I was in there, I'd go ahead and put that up. One distraction led to another and my quick trip into the kitchen to grab a paper towel had become more lengthy than I had hoped.
I started back to the bathroom without my paper towel, remembered it when I got to the bathroom door, and turned around once again to retrieve it. Upon my return to the bathroom, I hopped back up on the counter and got ready to resume the toenail painting process. However, due to my kitchen distractions, I forgot that I had not screwed the lid back on the nail polish when I went to "grab" a paper towel. I attempted to pick up the nail polish by the lid, instead hurling the entire bottle of brand new, 50-second-drying, Pink Shock nail polish to the floor of my bathroom where it shattered. Oh. My. Goodness!!!
I wonder what I must have looked like in the seconds that followed. I could not decide what to do first, so I ended up just kind of running around in a circle for a few seconds. Oh my gosh! What do I do? What do I do? Should I get a towel? Is this all going to dry all over the bathroom in 50 seconds? It was everywhere....on the counter, on the tile, on the rugs, on the door, AND on the carpet of our bedroom. Holy Moly! There was a lot in that bottle! There was also glass everywhere. I quickly realized what I would have to do. Gulp! I was gonna have to tell Justin so he could help me. I really really didn't want to tell him. The reason? I am so hard on him sometimes for little mistakes...telling him he should have just been more careful or that he should have known something. Now here I was. I SHOULD have been more careful and I SHOULD have remembered about the lid, but I didn't. And now I would have to endure whatever came my way. I mean, I have just RUINED our bathroom. Sigh...Justin! I need you! Please help me!
He came into the bathroom and I'm sure I was on the verge of tears. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I dropped a whole bottle of fingernail polish in the floor! And what did the man do? He jumped into action immediately! He didn't complain one single time. He quickly got busy trying to get it out of the bedroom carpet. He pulled 2 brushes out of the closet that we use to scrub the tub. He asked me for fingernail polish remover. He poured it on the carpet and scrubbed it and it worked! While he did that, I was trying to scrub the tile. I was spraying Clorox Clean-Up and scrubbing so hard. And all the while, HE was comforting ME! He was telling me that accidents happen and not to worry about it. He told me how we are SUPPOSED to help each other. He sat there scrubbing along side me, helping me clean up my mess. The fingernail polish remover ran out. And I still had to get ready for the wedding. He sent me to Walgreens to get more remover and more nail polish. When I got back, he told me to get in the shower and he would keep cleaning since I now only had an hour and 15 minutes until I was supposed to be there...and I had not even painted my toenails yet.
What a special man. Even as I sit here typing this, it makes me tear up. Why am I so quick to chastise him and he is so forgiving? Obviously I had something to learn from him that day. He gave me a lesson in love. It has left a lasting impression on me. I am so lucky to have him. I hope that I can show love to others like Justin did that day....especially to my family. It's not about telling others if they're right or wrong. It's not about making someone feel bad for something they've done. It's about loving others. And showing others the love of Jesus! It's not about me, Lord...it's ALL ABOUT YOU!
If you're wondering about the bathroom, we got almost all the pink up! We did lose the bathroom rugs in the fiasco, but that's a small price to pay considering everything that the nail polish tried to claim. I don't think I would allow myself to get down in the floor and look for pink now, but it looks good as far as I can see! Haha! Oh, and I was only a LITTLE late for pictures that day... :)
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