My eyes do not lie to me. You are beautiful.
The other night I was sitting with my family, most of whom are very successfully married. We were going in a circle giving our best marriage advice to my little sister on the eve of her wedding. It’s somewhat of a family tradition.
But that’s not what blows. What really blows is that I realized I don’t have any good marriage advice to give. After all, I’ve never had a successful marriage out of the two marriages I did have.
…a long day at work—ten hours.
Arriving home, I discovered things in a shambles. Dinner not started. Dishes not done. And my wife still working feverishly in her office to satisfy a deadline commitment.
There was a time when I would have just said, “Let’s go out for dinner.”
But in today’s economy, that kind of attitude can add up quickly in the financial column.
Now, although I had other plans for the evening, there was an obvious need. My kids were hungry. My wife was on track workwise, but needed a domestic assist. My dream of a relaxing night after a hard day’s work kicked to the curb.
I was driving home with my wife the other day.
We were discussing a friend, his wife and the questions he had been asking me.
Because I love my wife on a very public level, men come to me with questions. My answer is always the same:
You need what I’ve got!
One of his questions was…”What does that really mean?”
The answer basically means that being a husband is more than making money, fixing things and telling your wife “I love you” every day… it’s an attitude.
I could write a book on that, but in this specific instance, we were discussing how to love our wives verbally.
“I tell her I love her every day!” is the normal response I get when talking to my Christian brothers. Sometimes they don’t even do that. But because I have yet to hear of a woman that doesn’t like to hear those words, I would say that they’re pretty important.
But is that it? Is telling your wife “I love you” all I gotta say?
What would happen if he had to admit that he had bitten off more than he could chew, requiring him to call the dreaded AAA, tow the MINI to the dealer, and kowtow to the eeeevil masterminds of S.E.R.V.I.C.E. D.E.P.A.R.T.M.E.N.T., the sworn enemy of his credit card and his secret organization, B.U.D.G.E.T.???