Back in the day when Sears was a shopping mecca in search of a rebranding strategy, they came up with the tagline, "Come see the softer side of Sears."
It was a nice strategy, really. With a heavy focus on power tools and man cave whatnots, they set out to woo apparel shoppers.
These days, I feel as though I'm experiencing the softer side of my husband.
When I look at Strokey McStrokerson, who do I see?
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| Haberdashery in the Beforetimes |
A stroke victim? Someone to be pitied?
Nope. I see my husband, my honey, a man of great determination and courage. With that wry sense of humor and ability to remember historical facts, sports figures, and where we put the extra blade for the lawn mower.
And yes, the guy who donned an elephant hat in the store that one time.
These days, he's quieter, more introspective, more sensitive to those around him. The temper of the beforetimes has been replaced by gentle remonstrations when I get angry or frustrated.
In other words, we have the softer side of Mr. Ginley.
This week, he took eight steps using his bad leg. It was quite the accomplishment, with hope for many more. I promised him a shillelagh when he can walk again.
I can't wait.
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