Once home, he quickly changed into his favorite sweats and t-shirt. He then laid on the couch. B-Man approached him and asked:
"Daddy, are you feeling all right?"
Mr. Pea said: "No. I feel pretty sick."
B-Man asked: "Then why didn't you stay home today?"
Mr. Pea, shrugging: "I had work to do."
Maybe those words are insignificant. After all, a lot of people have work to do. What struck me is that Mr. Pea didn't say: "I have bills to pay" or "I have mouths to feed" or "I have a mortgage to pay off." He said, "I had work to do." In hindsight, maybe it's insignificant, but to me, those words mean he doesn't see his job as a way to pay the bills. He had work to do, so he did it.
I love being married to a man who loves the work he does. I can tell because even though he's not feeling well, he goes. Even more, when he works, he doesn't just see dollar signs. His work has a purpose; he knows it, and so does anyone who gets to listen as he tells them of his day.
