Marriage, in a Nutshell
A couple of days ago I was at the mall because I had to return a couple items.
After getting all my errands done, I strolled past a See’s Candy shop.
I *love* See’s Candy.
I thought to myself. “I’m going in. I’m getting a half pound box of all of my favorites and I’m eating them all!”
But then I thought, “No. The Good Man would only give me guff about getting See’s only for me and none for him.”
So I walked a little further. “Ok, I’ll get two half pound boxes. One of only my faves and one of only his faves.”
Then I stopped. “No…he’ll just be like ‘why you gotta bring so much sweets into the house? You know I can’t resist!'”
So I sighed. And considered walking away.
But no. I really wanted See’s.
So finally, I relented. I’d get a half-pound box, twelve pieces total, six of my faves and six of his faves. I really wanted all twelve for myself. A lot. If I was single I could have all twelve to myself!
But the right thing to do was to get twelve to share. That’s compromise. I’d only do that for someone I really loved and trusted.
So I did. I got only twelve pieces and I selected his six with care, trying hard to remember what he likes. I knew he’d be happy about the surprise.
I brought the box home. The Good Man wasn’t home from work yet.
So I ate my six pieces.
Then I ate one of his.
And I’m not sorry.
“Love and marriage, love and marriage….”
Photo Credit: Rebecca Crump
Photo from Ezra Pound Cake.