Awhile back, I wrote about humor being one of my favorite things about C and about our 26-year marriage . Here's another one: cubed ice.
Every time I put my glass under the ice dispenser on our refrigerator door, I automatically get cubed ice. I like cubed ice. At home, it's my favorite form of ice. C, however, prefers crushed ice. Our refrigerator offers both crushed and cubed ice with just the flick of a lever.
So did you get the point? Every time I put my glass under the ice dispenser, I automatically get cubed ice. That means that every time C gets ice for himself, he puts the lever back on "cubed" because that's the way I like it. He has never pointed this out to me or drawn attention to it. It's just the way things are.
After 26 years of marriage and 21 years of counseling couples, I still don't really understand why some marriages thrive when others don't. I'm pretty sure, though, that being the kind of person who moves the ice selection lever on the refrigerator door has a lot to do with it.
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Also - being the kind of person that notices that the lever has been returned to one's favored position has something to do with it!
amen. glad yours is one of the thriving marriages I know and love. mine too. :)
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