Do-It-Myself
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Home Sweet Home
By Jennifer Quasha

A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.
~Ruth Bell Graham

I knew I wasn’t marrying a do-it-yourself kind of guy, but that was okay. When we got married I couldn’t do some things too. I couldn’t iron a man’s shirt or cook a great steak. I assumed that when I married my husband both he and I would learn how to do things that we had never done before, and the best part was that we would learn together. We would grow as a couple. We would grow with each other, for each other.

Part of the deal was that he was in charge of the tools — tools like a screwdriver, not a Cuisinart. And because I was so thoughtful, I went to The Home Depot and bought him an electric screwdriver so his wrist wouldn’t get tired when he worked around our new house. Like, for example, when he needed to hang the new curtains and curtain rod I had just bought for the dining room. (Keep reading)