TWELVE YEARS, EH? MY WIFE AND I ARE NEARING 27 AND 1/2—AND SHOOTING FOR 70! WE CONTINUE TO SURPRISE EACH OTHER!
Today John and I have been married 22 years. Our marriage is so old that it could’ve ordered a beer last year. That’s old. The great truth I have learned is that the longer you are married the less you expect of your spouse and the more you expect of yourself. I have learned much from this opposite I married.
In the infancy of our dating period, John cooked dinner for me. In his deadpan humor he teased me about my utensil usage. Manners being of paramount importance to me, I was devastated. I wept on the phone to my Mom and Dad that night. “Mother, he criticized me for not using a knife on his chicken. It was a free-standing chicken breast. Very. Tender. He. Thinks. I do. Not. Have. Mannnnnerss.”
I could literally hear my Southern Mother’s neck hair stand up through the phone. “It is completely acceptable…
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