Last night I was thinking how wonderful our marriage has been (over all). We have had a couple bumps in the road, but over all it has been a great ride through life. There is a lot of give and take. A lot of learning in the process of Two becoming one. I heard some one say, I hope the young couple put as much time in planning the marriage as they did planning the wedding. There is a lot of truth there.
Sherry was the youngest in her family to get married and I was the youngest person ever in our family to get married. I was 17. I had good grades in school when I went. But I gained a lot of hours in detention hall. Mostly for skipping school. I think I set a record for that number because I skipped detention hall also. Anyway I solved that problem by joining the USMC. Looking back at my short history, I did not show much promise for a girl to take as a husband. But she did.
Sherry was a stay at home wife for the first while so she done the cooking and housekeeping. Me Man, bring home the groceries. Top salary $78 a month. HA! But on a budget we made it.
What brought this all up was at breakfast one morning I finished my grits, bacon and ‘runny’ eggs. I sopped my plate clean with one of our canned biscuits. I put a hunk of butter in the center and spooned some jelly on the butter and commenced to use my fork to mix it all up.
“What are you doing?” she looked shocked.
“I’m fixing my butter and jelly to eat,” I answered in amazement. “What does it look like?”
She did not say what she thought it looked like but I could tell from the look it did not look like food. “That is not how you eat butter and jelly, you put the butter in the biscuit while it is hot so it melts then put the jelly in the biscuit. That is how we did it at home.”
“Well at our house this is the only way I have ever seen it eaten,” I said, trying to look as hurt as possible.
That is so funny. We talked about a lot of things before we got married, but never discussed butter and jelly. Ha! I salted my watermelon, apples and cantaloupe, Sherry does not.
Did you have any funny things happen because of family differences when you were first married?
Thanks for coming by the log.
It is ten thousand times better to be single and want to marry, than to be married and want to be single.