I’m pretty sure I got the better end the deal when it came to our marriage.
I got a man who loves me, takes the dog out in the middle of the night and has blue eyes that just won’t quit.
By marrying me, my husband got:
- Someone who is happy to let him cook every dinner (he’s better at it—why fight the inevitable?)
- Someone who will throw out anything non-essential in the house (meaning, it isn’t nailed down or covered in chocolate)
- Someone who requires him to mute any commercial she thinks is too loud (i.e. all of them).
I’m sure there are days when he shakes his head and remembers his idyllic bachelor days with longing: sleeping past 5:30 a.m.; eating chips for dinner; watching sports 24/7.
But, it occurred to me the other day that I’ve brought some value to his life too. Why, of course I have.
I gave him a driveway!
Above: Our driveway does not come with a red carpet, but it does have a clicker for the garage door.
You see, my husband grew up in an older area of the city, where on-street parking is a way of life. And, when he bought his own first house, he bought only a few avenues away from his childhood home. He got an alley, but no driveway.
With me, however, he became the proud owner of a home in the suburbs. Which means, I brought paving stones to our relationship.
And even better, a GARAGE!
Which means, I have also given him:
- Winters without cleaning his car windows
- Rainy days without getting soaked running to the house from the car.
- Giant centipedes that live in the garage and spiders that make little webs in your car if you (foolishly) leave the windows down at night.
(Oh. Just read that again..ignore that last point.)
So, though my husband might cook the best shrimp pasta you can find outside a four-star Italian restaurant, I created a lovely home and very well-organized garage in which TWO cars can park inside.
Can you fit TWO cars in your garage? I’d bet not!
What’s that? Doesn’t he have to shovel the driveway?
Let’s not split hairs.
Besides, I bought him a snow thrower as a great Labour Day gift a few year back 🙂
P.S. Copper or wool is what you give for a 7th anniversary (which we’ll celebrate this year). Maybe I’ll get him a sweater. He already has a driveway.