Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Marrying Well

Marrying well is a quaint, antiquated phrase usually referring to the wealth of the partner. But despite Fred's tremendous - and so very obvious - lack of wealth, I think I married well.

You see, I married a man who worked in a canning factory in the summers of his youth. A man who knows his way around sharp knives.
A man who every year, without complaint or coaxing, helps get the vegetables ready for the chili sauce.

That's marrying well. At our house, anyway.

6 comments:

Vera said...

You are so right!!!

Crazy Knitting Fool said...

Agree with you on the marrying well thing. Even though I always tease my DH that is God forbid anything ever happens I married for love the first time but the second time I'm going for the cash!

Joansie said...

Marrying well...good for you. Often women want to marry doctors. Well, after spending $1,500 last week on my car, I'll take a mechanic, thank you. I work with doctors all day...hmmm...still, no thank you.

Yarn and Ivories said...

BRAVA!!

Zieknits said...

I married well, too! Over the past few weeks, Bob and I have stood shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen several times, preparing either tomatoes for sauce or apples for (frozen) pie filling.

OT: I might just show up at knit group some Thursday, about a month from now! Whoo-hoo!

Laurie said...

Ah yes, you DID marry well. My husband talks about canning. But he is a good cook! :-)