“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.
Enter: Milk.
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. : )
Cheers!
-Matt
I love it. Your post, your marriage and your milk – ha ha! Oh, and Ringo and Lenny. Sometimes the compromise aspect of marriage is hard, and sometimes, when I’m not in the thick of the struggle with myself, I realize the exercise of compromise is SO good for me. It can feel like amputation (“You want me to give up my ARM?”), and then it turns out to be cryotherapy . . . on my warts (“Oh. Yeah. That needs to go.”). And as we compromise, each giving up a little, we realize that we’re gaining so much more than we’re giving up. We’re giving each other the gift of unity. Which is a huge part of a good marriage. Thank You, God, for this built-in system of concurrent, unifying character-building.
Aw! We miss you Shanna! Your comment reminds me how much we need to have another couple’s date! Cannot wait to see you all for dinner. Maybe we can share some more marriage/compromise stories ; )