I was cleaning my purse and I found this old, ratty piece of paper that I carried for years (and years). It details my shorthand version of my husband's Subway order!
When I dug it out of the recesses of my purse, I thought, "I can't stop studying my husband." I now have that Subway order memorized, but I never want to quit being a student of the Rugged, Mountain Man.
The other day I was quizzing him on things he would put in a house if we ever built one from the ground up. Sometimes the answers were surprising, sometimes enlightening and sometimes I knew exactly what he'd say. It was a theoretical question, but yet, I learned more about him.
Studying my husband is a way to always be growing closer and closer. If I don't make sure we're growing together (by God's grace), who will? Great marriages don't just happen. They are built, like a beautiful cathedral is built, brick by brick, with sweat and toil. You'd be thought to be quite ridiculous if you believed a cathedral just happened by accident. Why apply that to marriage? I encourage you to study the man God gave you. Better students make better helpmates, in my opinion.
