My wife and I have been married more than eight years, and it still amazes me how much we have in common.
We share many of the same views on politics, we like the same kinds of music, generally have similar taste in home decor and we agree on our favorite foods.
But over the years, I’ve come to realize that while we like most of the same things, we see and do a few things differently.
For example, I’ve always tied my shoes in an odd way. It dates way back to my childhood, when I couldn’t seem to wrap one shoelace around the other. So to make things simple, my parents showed me how to make two loops — or bunny ears, as they called them then — and cross them to make a knot. More than 50 years later, I’m still tying my shoes this way.
Of course, my wife thinks this is both hilarious and inefficient. She’s always telling me the two-loop method is why my shoes keep coming untied (even if I double-knot them). But that’s not enough to make me change my habits.
My wife also says I don’t iron my shirts right — that I should start with the arms and do the front last. Hey, I’m a guy. As long the shirt doesn’t have a bunch of wrinkles when I’m finished, I call it good. If I don’t burn my hand or make a double crease, I consider it a win.
According to my lovely wife, I also fall short when cleaning the bathroom, organizing my closet and keeping my dresser tidy. Much of that comes from spending far too many years as a sloppy bachelor. But I’m working to overcome my former slovenly ways.
It’s true, my wife is a much neater, cleaner person than I am, but she’s not without her odd little quirks.
For example, she often reads a magazine from back to front. I’ve also known her to jump to the end of a book occasionally to see how it ends. I have to admit I did that once when I was in the middle of a thriller and I just had to find out if the main character survived. But that’s the only time I did it.
My wife also has never met a candle she didn’t like. Sure, she has bought some pretty good-smelling ones over the years, but we’re running short of cabinet space to accommodate her vast collection.
I’ve also found my wife and I have different breakfast sensibilities. If it’s before 10 a.m., I’ve got to have something sweet — cereal, pastries, juice, fruit and the like. My wife, on the other hand, doesn’t have a problem eating a Southwestern omelet with hot sauce or some other spicy egg dish. She’s been known to nibble on spaghetti or cold chicken early in the morning. The other day, she made herself a sandwich of leftover tuna salad at 9 a.m. Ugh.
My wife loves coffee and can’t stand decaf. As for me, I kind of like coffee, and decaf doesn’t bother me. I like oatmeal; she hates it. She also loves orange marmalade, and I’m not a big fan.
But on most things we agree, and considering how stubborn and opinionated we both can be at times, I consider that to be a minor miracle.
I like to think God put us together not just because he knew we both needed a soulmate to travel through life with, but because he also knew we’d be a perfect fit, despite our little idiosyncracies.
I realize I may not be the perfect husband or do things exactly in textbook fashion, but I love my wife and I know she loves me. Just knowing that makes the little things seem so insignificant.
As the saying goes, it’s just not worth sweating the small stuff.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to earn a few brownie points — by taking out the garbage, cleaning the cat’s litter pan each day or occasionally bringing home a Starbucks iced tea.
And you never know — on any given day, I just might need them.
Dave Miller is deputy managing editor of the Killeen Daily Herald. Contact him at email@example.com or 254-501-7543.