Thirteen years and I still sometimes slip as my finger slides towards the lumpy easy to squeeze section in the middle. I learned as a just married how my husband loves to roll the tube, logically, precisely, squeezing every molecule of toothpaste from the end, squeezing in a methodical dance with toothpaste to the tip. Loving him, I learned to keep our toothpaste tube happy in the cabinet.
Toothpaste love squeezed in one word; honor. Eyes wide exclaiming "This incredible man chooses me every day. He's my husband. He comes home to my house. Pinch me please." I've heard it explained like a violin. A stratoverius, ridiculously expensive instrument that brings gasps when your fingers touch it. Write this across his forehead, he is priceless. To treat him as such, to honor my husband.
When honor abounds, you smile and remember to squeeze in the right place. And then you do a little happy dance.
Anyone have any ideas to share with me? Creative, original, tried and true ways to show the love of my life honor in our home. I would cherish your suggestions and tuck them into my marriage.