Yesterday, we, mended this old hand broom. It was here, by the fireplace, when we moved in. The straw was falling out, probably because we were using it so much. I got some old string and a tapestry needle (big eye, blunt end) and began repair. The Man looked and said, "No, that's not the way to do it. Let me try." I snapped back with, "What? Like I don't know about stitching?" He responded, as he mostly does, "It's not a contest." He stitched it back in place after wrapping the top tightly with some old wire. "I learned this in grade school." he said. I trimmed the ends and added the cloth without saying anything. In those moments, Love grew beyond ourselves.
And the little broom is useful again.
I have a lot of emails to catch up on from these last few days.
And more snow is coming.
A few days away and then I will be back with some new thought catching.
No time today, but here to thank you for all your joyful comments and wonderful stories!
beautiful, I have some lovely well-loved, still used brooms too.
Love-ly story. And lovely stories in the responses, too. Settles my day.
Once, long ago, I rebuilt a 20 foot abandoned stone wall on our acres in the woods way up North. Jude, your stonewalls reminded me of this excerpt in my life.
I asked my husband, before I went to work, he was retired, if he would move one too-large for-me rock. When I came home the whole wall was gone! He honestly misunderstood me. It took me a few days to calm down to see the humor in it. It’s been 12 years. Still miss this love. Many kinds make up an enduring relationship. Happy Valentines Day.
Very cool. I love that you repurposed the broom finding the existing life in the old and bringing it to the new. The Man and the Stitcher coming together.
I love this – the minor irritations of long term love and how they flare and then fade and life goes on ❤️
You share many beautiful posts, but this may have been my favorite? Happy Valentines Day ❤️
Occasionally I would learn that husband had unexpected skills; like the time a friend tried teaching me to spin with a spindle and it turned out my husband could do that already. I remember how connecting those times were and I miss him.
Sounds like home here. Love a good & true love story…and beautiful brooms. Love to you both.
Great story. Great broom left it there for you. I have been doing almost of the cooking since my husband retired a couple of years ago – most of our marriage actually. All of a sudden he has decided he wants to “help.” He hangs around and says can I do the lettuce, what can I chop, etc. Except he never does it my way…. I am trying to accept his way and tell myself it doesn’t matter if he does it differently – it will taste good. So now I will remember your broom story…. it’s not a contest. ❤️
Thank you for sharing this wonderful little broom and the love story that repaired it. So small an event totally embraces the truth of just being, just going and accepting what presents to us in relationships with grace and peace. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Sending love to you and your man on this Valentine’s Day. To know and appreciate those little (but, big) moments, is to build a lifetime together. xo
a mended broom became a valentine you gave to each other… and to each of us. feeling loved. x
Your tale brought tears to my eyes. it reminded me of why my husband and I have been together for 56 years. Many small mends in our marriage have kept us together through thick and thin. Thank you!
Love the story..and the broom!
lovely valentine’s day story! And yes, mend, my new mantra. Why not, right?!
“It’s not a contest”….so softening. Beautiful story of love and mending ❤❤
A real life love story. Thank you.
Mending…a big yes to that and that’s a beautiful story. Sending love…
The bristly bits on top and the soft wrapped cloth surrounding them say it all. it is complete!
Oh my gosh. I love this story. It is the way of things, isn’t it. ❤️
True Love is compromise, teamwork, & frienship…and that’s what makes it True. Happy Love day to both of you, I love how the mending of the broom is such an honest story of a real relationship. <3 <3
You’re lucky to have such a man, on Valentine . . . and any other day !!!
Happy Valentine <3
Great story. And that cloth it sits on – WoW!
That broom is priceless. Love repaired it. Love…ly. Your post and hearing Dan Hill sing ‘Sometimes When We Touch’ made this a special Valentine’s day in this time of no touching.
Sweet Valentine story. Warms my heart. “It’s not a contest” = life
Thank you both!
I have a very competitive personality. I fight with it.
are you my twin? ha!
Great to keep things going! The team work mending worked out well 👍🏻💙
(((Jude & your good man))) as you said so well for the dream, “love takes time”
ha, still at it
What a lovely story-says so much
I enjoyed telling it to myself
Lovely! You saved it!! ❤️
I love that broom, the fact that you fixed it and the story of how love can be when both parties
listen to reality. Truely a wonderful story, thank you!