A shirt that doesn’t fit

I came home after a busy day.

No time for lunch. Straight through meetings until 2. A customer event from 2:30 to 7.

Then I saw them. Two white shirts.

My wife had gone and bought them — despite her own packed schedule. Summer had been making it clear that the four I owned weren’t enough. And for weeks, I hadn’t been able to pluck up the energy to go and buy more.

I put one on.

It didn’t fit. I knew it the moment the first button wouldn’t close.

It didn’t matter. Not even slightly.

I never knew two shirts that don’t fit could fill one’s heart with such joy and gratitude.

p.s. It turns out she’d gone to the very same building where I was attending my event. Same afternoon. Same address. Different reasons.

Magic.