NAIWE prompt: Write about something in your life that is “worth it.”
I’m actually not about to write about something that’s “worth it,” but someone who is.
That would be my husband.
It’s long been my belief that in a marriage, a husband and a wife should each look for ways to serve the other. Now, by “serve,” I don’t mean giving them breakfast in bed every morning or doing every ounce of the housework so that they can watch football on TV. What I mean is that a husband and a wife should do things for each other mutually and be ready to step up when the other is in need.
For example, some nights I cook dinner and other nights my husband cooks dinner. The person who does not cook the meal washes the dishes afterwards.
Sometimes I empty the dishwasher and sometimes my husband does. Sometimes he takes the trash out and sometimes I do. Sometimes he goes grocery shopping and sometimes I do. And every Saturday morning, we both clean the condo.
Now, I absolutely hate grocery shopping. I don’t like cleaning the bathroom (with the exception of the fact that I get to listen to music while I do it) or washing dishes. I see cooking as more of a chore than anything else, and vacuuming frightens me (ever see Mr. Mom?). So why do I do these things?
Because my husband is worth it. His comfort and happiness are worth it.
And I know I am worth it to him.
(If you are judging by this post that my husband and I live like a kid-free version of The Waltons, please stop. Like every other married couple, we occasionally have spats and annoy each other. But he is worth getting over–and not dwelling on–those nasty moments.)