Right now Marty is out in our driveway working on our minivan. It's nine o'clock a night, and he had a long and hard day, but it was giving me a little trouble today and he wanted to make sure and look at it before I had to drive it again. I'm grateful that he works so hard for us. I'm grateful that he knows how to work on cars! I don't think we could drive an older car like we do if he didn't know about cars. I'm grateful that he takes care of me the way he does.
When Marty and I were just friends, well, when he was my home teacher several years ago, he wrote me what he titled "The Book of Martin". You can read more about allllll of that, and our whole love story here if I've piqued your curiosity. I remember my mom telling me later, after Marty and I were engaged, that if he would take the time to do something like that for me when we weren't even dating, that he would move heaven and earth for me as a husband. She was right.
Labels: Marriage