“It tastes like butter.”
Being married to Ivy is the most amazing thing. From time to time I have to just stop and thank her. For being so amazing.
Marriage is all about compromises, they say. And that’s true. I compromise a little. She compromises a little (ok, sometimes she compromises a lot). I think the most amazing compromise sometimes is just letting your spouse be themselves, however that is expressed.
I like milk. A lot. Milk in cold cereal. Milk in hot cereal. Milk in ice cream. Milk in a glass. And not the watery skim stuff. Whole milk.
Ivy and I have learned to share a lot of things, but we weren’t able to compromise about the milk thing. She doesn’t touch anything other than skim milk. “It tastes like butter” – and apparently that isn’t a complimentary flavor for cereal. So we compromise! Take a look in our fridge and you’ll always see two milk cartons: whole, and skim.
Oh… and Ringo and Lenny don’t seem to care which kind of milk we drink… as long as they get some, too.
Here’s a toast to happy husbands (and wives) – and compromise. : )