I think there are a lot of misconceptions about what makes a marriage work. I don’t believe it’s “just because” flowers, date nights, love notes, and the like. I realized all this the other night when my husband was working late and I had to make my own cape cod.
Yes, we absolutely drink when the kids go to bed. We drink and we eat two bags of popcorn. Maybe I eat s’mores afterward. It’s whatever.
I had never really noticed it but Mark almost always makes our drinks at night. It seems like such a small thing but I’m usually cleaning up the kitchen or picking up toys in the living room, so it’s nice to finish up all of that and have a drink in my hand right away.
I’m not saying my marriage is working because my husband makes me mixed drinks. Let me back up a bit.
Sometimes it’s something like sending me to Target for less than three things, knowing I’ll take my precious time and come home with those three things…plus half a dozen fall candles, some Starbucks, and a toy for each kid. It’s me mentioning how messy our kitchen is, leaving to buy groceries, and coming home to a clean kitchen. It’s knowing my Wingstop order without having to ask.
Essentially, it’s knowing what the heart needs. And sometimes the heart needs Wingstop. Or a cape cod. ❤