My husband, Jerry, and I do everything differently. That struck me a few years ago, having noticed the half a banana standing on the counter. If I eat a banana, I'll eat the whole thing. He also pulls the wax paper with his right hand, holding it with his left, while I do the opposite. And I wash dishes under running water, while he bathes them in a sink full of suds.
Only after giving up the quest to get him to do things my way did it strike me just how differently we do everyday procedures. We've been married since we were children and now we're comforting each other in the encroachment of old age.
More than fifty years in, our differences add spice, not conflict, to our relationship.
But it sure is easy to think our way is the right way, isn't it?
Ahhh. True wisdom in a marriage is recognizing, tolerating and, finally, celebrating differences. God loves variety. We are each individuals. Amazing.
Maybe the value of different approaches is obvious to you.
But it's not obvious to those of us who grew up in families where there was one right way to do everything.
Just so you know.