A woMan's Man

My husband, Jimmy, is a manly kind of man. He loves to tinker in the garage, fix things around the house, and learn new manish kinds of skills. But I'm convinced even the most masculine of men will do things he's never dreamed of once married. Sunday morning was a perfect example. 

While getting dressed for church I peered down to see my big toe's french manicure had a chip. It wasn't the end of the world but it bugged me, so Jimmy took the white nail polish and filled in the gap. I was impressed.

Then, on the way to church, my vision began to feel weird. I wear mono-vision contacts, which allows one eye to see far and the other close up eliminating the need for reading glasses. (It enables me to read the price tag of things I shouldn't be buying in the first place. It's a wonderful thing.) After a quick hand over each eye check, I realized I'd put my contacts in the wrong eye. Coming to my aid again, Jimmy held out a cupped hand for me to pour saline. Placing my left contact in his make-shift bowl, I moved my contacts about till the world felt good again. We arrived at church no worse for the wear. 

What would I do without my manly man?

"If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!" Ecclesiastes 4:10