When we were out for a grocery run, I was surprised to see my husband take out a pack of cheese hotdogs from the frozen goods section. Why? Because he doesn’t particularly want them like I do. And seeing him grabbing a pack was confusing because you should expect him to get the regular kind, you know, the kind without cheese in it.
So, I approached him as I ran away from the ice cream section and asked him, “Why are you getting cheese hotdogs? I thought you prefer the regular kind.”
“But you like cheese hotdogs, so we’re getting cheese hotdogs,” he said without ill will or anything.
And that’s when it hit me: how wonderful it is to be married to someone who loves you.
Love does things to people, like buying cheese hotdogs, just because their wife prefers it over the other.
Love is selfless.
jessa 