It's the little things

First of all I have to apologize for the terrible layout. For some reason when I type on my iPad it shows up all in one paragraph- I hate that. So sorry if this is hard to read.  I too have been thinking about marriage all week. And I've decided it's all about the little things. Take for example just last night- I made baked potatoes for dinner (because it was easy and yeah believe it or not I was feeling a bit lazy) knowing full well Brock doesn't like them. I just assumed he'd eat them because, even if he doesn't like something he usually eats it without a fuss. Well I guess baked potatoes are different. After he finished all his chicken and veggies he began to clean up. Shocked that there was still a baked potato on his plate I ask, "aren't you going to eat that?" to which he politely responded, "No, I don't like baked potatoes." Ok normally, I'd just roll my eyes (because seriously, how can you not like baked potatoes? It's cheesy, sour creamy deliciousness!). But this time I was insistent for two perfectly sane reasons- 1) I was convinced that he didn't like baked potatoes because he didn't eat them right. If he just knew the proper way to put all that gooey goodness on he'd understand (in other words I knew I was right and I just needed him to come around to my point of view). And 2) these weren't your old run in the mill russet potatoes. These were amazing yellowy, buttery, creamy spuds! I don't know how the English grow their potatoes but they are good! It literally melts in your mouth! I just had to make him try it! After much prodding and a lot of feeling annoyed that he wouldn't budge on his opinion that baked potatoes are plain and tasteless (even after I dressed his potato up with all the goodies) I felt totally defeated. How could he not feel the same way? My brain just couldn't comprehend how we could feel so differently about this! Now here is the clincher, the entire time I'm just ranting and raving about how good these potatoes are, Brock quietly picked up his fork and began eating. He just laughed at my insistence and smiled as he explained for the 15th time that he just doesn't like potatoes and that it's okay to have a different opinion. Upon finishing the entire potato (skin and all) he said, "Now that's love." He ate that entire potato because he knew it was so important to me, because I felt so strongly about how delicious it tasted. Even though he disagreed, he just smiled and ate it anyway. Why? To make me happy. That's just how selfless my lover is (and how silly i can be...a lot of times. Another lesson I learned- be better about picking my battles. That probably wasn't a worthy battle to fight).  My husband is a perfect example of selfless love. He always puts me first, always! He lives by the quote, success in marriage isn't about marrying the right person, it's about being the right person. It's the little things, like giving your wife the last of the milk so she can have hot coco in the morning even though you really wanted cereal, or giving your husband the last bite of the delicious cookie you just ordered even though you are still salivating over the Belgium chocolate chunks, or giving your wife the contact case that has lids so her eyes don't dry out the next day (even though you know yours will), or it's about watching all the NFL highlights on ESPN.com together because you know it makes him giddy as a school girl (even though you really could care less), or (as is the case right now) its about both of you sleeping without a pillow because one of them fell on the floor in our hotel room (which for two germ freaks is a big deal)and wanting your spouses comfort before your own, refusing to take the only other pillow (even though our necks are going kill us tomorrow!) I'm betting that somehow I end up with the pillow in the morning. My sweetheart is amazing at always putting my happiness before his own. I don't feel like I'm as good at it but I vow to be better. I want to always put his happiness before my own because, that way we will both be happy for eternity. Not the worldly happiness that is fleeting and shallow but the kind of happiness that quenches your deepest thirst and fills your heart to the brim with warmth.