- May 23, 2013
- Posted by: Sharon Greenthal
- Category: marriage
My husband took me shopping last weekend.
This is not something that happens often. I mean, we go shopping together – our trips to the grocery store can be eventful, especially when we go to the deli department and he charms the women behind the counter. Who knew ordering sliced ham could be so flirtatious? Then of course there are the Costco visits, during which we spend a disproportionate amount of time in the electronics and men’s clothing departments. Honestly, that man would dress himself head-to-toe in Costco clothing, given the chance.
But today, it was my turn.
Having watched countless episodes of “What Not to Wear” together, my husband has developed some fairly strong opinions about how I should dress. Though he rarely tells me he doesn’t like what I’m wearing, he will enthusiastically compliment me on something that he finds particularly attractive. Often I’m taken by surprise by what appeals to him, including some nightgowns that have seen better days – but no matter, I appreciate his attention.
After returning a swimsuit cover-up that, unfortunately, I took on a vacation to Mexico with the security tag still attached, we wandered into the women’s clothing department at Nordstrom, and he was taken aback when he discovered that I have a lovely saleswoman, Manya, who I’ve gone to for years whenever I shop there. He and Manya really hit it off, though. He began to pick things out for me, and sensing a hot customer, Manya joined in the fun, pulling this shirt and those pants, a dress, a sweater…by the time I went into the dressing room, there were dozens of things for me to try on.
I can’t tell you how much fun this was for me. I usually shop by myself, but my husband wanted to see every single thing I tried on. He complimented me on some things, dismissed others, and made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the store. He didn’t ask what anything cost, or show any outward concern about what the total would be- he simply wanted to help me find some new clothes for summer.
It wasn’t just that my husband took me shopping. It was that he enjoyed it as much as I did, and just wanted to do something nice for me.
Sometimes marriage is difficult. And sometimes, like today, being married is the best thing in the world.
Now I just need some new shoes.