Being taken care of and its importance

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marriage, pampering, postaday2013, taking care of, writing

The beautiful thing about marriage is that you have someone who feels that your happiness is as important as their own. Love has a magical way about it, your eyes are opened as to how your happiness is so closely tied to your partner’s happiness and when children arrive, you really learn how vulnerable your heart can become. Ask any parent to imagine their life without their child and you will see tears and fear in their eyes. Moreover ask any loving couple to imagine their life without their partner in life and you will get a similar reaction.

My hubby shows me how much my happiness and health matter to him everyday. Last night my hubby decided that we needed to get away together to Boston so that I may rest and this morning he suggested that a long soak in our room’s beautiful tub would be the very thing that would do me some good. He was right, the soaps are scented with lemon verbena, one of my favorite scents and the hot water did a lot of good to my bones and joints.

Boston is one of my favorite places and being with my hubby is definitely one of many favorite things to do. This year will make 23 years of marriage, the exact amount of time that I had lived prior to being married, crazy to realize that this year marks the juncture between 23 years of single life and 23 years of married life. After this I will always be marred for longer than I was single.

Helping hand

Tell us about the most surprising helping hand you've ever received.

I am trying to remember any situations that would include being helped by a stranger because that type of helping hand is usually the most surprising. This will definitely lead me back to my traveling adventures, it is always while traveling that I have encountered such friendly people willing to lend a hand whenever they thought it to be necessary and helpful.

When I was flying to London to spend six weeks at the University of London, I met a young man who offered to help me find my dormitory in London with his car, after his father who picked us up at the airport drove us back to his home where the young man had his car. His father was a very kind and helpful man, he gave us lunch at his beautiful house and helped with all of the luggage. The young man then drove me into London in his car and found my dormitory and helped me bring in my suitcase without asking for anything in return. I shudder to think what a nightmare that trip could have been on my own from Heathrow airport and taking mass transit with my suitcase all the way into London and walking the streets searching for the dormitories of the University of London.

That young man really saved the day in my book. I know it because after my summer term was over, I had to battle mass transit with my suitcase by myself to the airport to fly into France to spend the rest of the summer with my family, it was so hard because my suitcase weighed more than I and I was the most pitiful sight dragging that suitcase up stairs and down stairs and across the street, this time there weren't any knights in shining armor, perhaps they were all on vacation.