A Good Reason to do Something Nice for My Mr. Right

Somewhere I heard that the best gift I could give my children is a good marriage. Having been one of the lucky kids whose parents stayed together happily, I think that's true. There is a great sense of safety and security in a home led by happy parents. And I learned a lot about how to be married just by watching them. I hope that Mr. Wicke and I are passing that along to our children.

Judging from my conversation with Logan yesterday, I think I can at least say, "So far so good," and I'll take that.

For whatever reason, yesterday Logan said something or other about people loving each other. I, who can never pass up the opportunity to pick their little brains and see what falls out of their mouths questioned, "Yeah? Who loves each other in this house?"

"You and Daddy."

"You think so, huh? How do you know? How do you know that we love each other?"

"Because I've seen you."

"What d'ya mean, 'You've seen us?' You've seen us what?"

"I've seen you kissing."

"Well, that's true. We do kiss. But how else? How else do you know we love each other?"

"Well...you like to talk to each other."

"Ooh, good one. Yeah. I do like to talk to your dad. Can you think of anything else?"

"Umm...You compliment each other."

"Wow! That's a big one! Good for you. I guess you do know what love looks like, after all."

By now Mr. Wicke had walked into the room. He couldn't help but add, "So a long time from now, when you get to pick somebody to marry, what kind of person is that going to be?"

And here's the answer that made me scream a silent hallelujah: She said, "Somebody nice like you."

Amen! Amen! Amen! Gosh, it's enough to make me want to go out and do something nice for Mr. Wicke right now just so our kids can see it. In fact, I think I will.