I think chivalry is a fine thing. My husband does a lot of the things that people would consider chivalrous, but there are a few that I just don’t care about. I don’t want him to carry all of the heavy things for me because then I’ll get weak. I’d carry in all the grocery bags in one trip if he didn’t try to help me. I’m competent, and I’d like to stay that way. I don’t expect him to open every door for me…or any door for that matter, mostly because I usually get to said door first, and I don’t want to wait around for him to open it when I have two perfectly good hands to do the job.
Anyway, this morning, my husband and I raced to the driver door of our car to see who would get to drive to church. I hip checked him, securing me Continue reading “Sometimes Love Looks Like…”