My wife and I can’t agree on the thermostat. The heart of the problem is her Plavix, which thins her blood and keeps her cold. I am normal (well, at least my body is) so I am always hot. But we do agree on our shopping. Let me explain: when we go to Aldi’s for groceries, I leave her in her wheelchair on the odds-and-ends aisle, and I go to pick up the frozen items on her list. And when I poke my head into the cooler looking for the Cool Whip, I am in heaven. I had no idea that looking for frozen vegetables would be so luscious! She thinks that I am being kind to her giving her extra time to shop, but I am wallowing in the cold air in front of the frozen pizza door. Who would have ever known that Aldi’s would be good marriage therapy?! Philippians 2:3, “Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.” I am glad that my wife lets me keep the house cold and she is glad that I let her sit outside on the deck and bask in the sun. Hey, it’s been 51 great years together! I love you, dear, and let’s go shopping at Aldi’s.
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