Just One Point

onepointmainI did good. It was my wife's 30th birthday, and I had the ultimate celebration for her.

We were in our first year of grad school in Seattle, thousands of miles away from friends and family. She was a bit homesick, and just beginning to understand that any season other than Summer means lots of grey skies and rain.

I arranged for some of her closest friends to send her a teacup that was unique to her, and write a note explaining the selection. On her birthday morning, the kids and I setup a tea party and she unwrapped a dozen teacups to complete the setup. It was glorious, and I was feeling quite proud of myself. She felt celebrated and all was well for that day.

I felt like I'd earned the mother lode of "points." You know, "points" being the relational banking system (which I'm sure was created by men, for men) that illustrate how much one cares for another person. I was convinced that I'd proven my dad's theory wrong that men can only earn one point per day with their wife.

[Read the rest of the article at Start Marriage Right.]