more on trust

still need to hit my bible but in the meantime I thought I'd mention how wonderful my husband has been to let me mess up.
explanation:  two years ago there was a company picnic where that morning I said of my own volition, "I will not get crazy".  that evening my guy got a call from a friend from my phone saying that I needed a pick up.  that was the first time I remember no scowling and no chastising for getting completely slammed.  AGAIN two weekends ago it should have been his night to shine at a local show...baby was at gram/gramps...his sister was in town...super cool...except I have a problem...again no frowny face.  and just a week and a half later a company function
-pause
-I had a retort totally prepped for the warning I expected!!
-but nothing.  and that made me even more conscious I think.  because I was totally ready to be defensive!  but the kind of forgiveness he offered was that of complete understanding(?) or forgetfulness9?) or trust that I would do whatever I needed to do and that he would be available to pick up pieces(?)

if God is really half this loving; hallelujah