Marriage is like ice puddles

Glenn likes ice. I can be shivering, holding my cup of hot tea, and he will have a glass full of ice cubes surrounded by a little soda.

One time I went to get a tissue from a box and they were wet. I looked around to see if we had a leak in the roof. Turns out Glenn brought more ice cubes upstairs and laid them in the tissue box while he did something else. He assumed that it would dry before anyone needed a tissue!

And every now and then pieces of ice cubes will break off and fall on the kitchen floor. If it’s small he figures it will evaporate.

I usually find it when I walk into the kitchen and step in a puddle of ice water.

Marriage is like ice puddles. They’re surprising. They require patience. And a sense of humor.

And it helps to marry your best friend!