A few weeks ago, my husband and I decided to do date night at home. We Door Dashed from a local restaurant and ate in bed while binge watching The West Wing. As an introvert, in my bed watching Netflix eating take out is one of my happy places. The fact that I had some delicious french fries with the perfect kind of ranch dressing (no hidden valley ranch, but the restaurant style homemade real stuff) was.....well the bonus side of ranch dressing to an amazing date night.
For how often we do this, you would think we have those cute "breakfast in bed" trays, but alas no such trays exist in the Howard home. So naturally we were using the to go cartons that our burgers and french fries came in as our dishes with a blanket covering our white duvet as our comfy table cloth.
Things were going great. Until...
My husband, who was busy getting us napkins in the kitchen, returned to our “dinner table” and noticed the “tablecloth” askew, so in his thoughtfulness he fluffed the blanket. If it had been anybody else, this would be a boring anecdote of a very typical Howard family date night, but see my husband is stronger than even he realizes and his swift fluff of our blanket caused my carton of food to somersault onto the tablecloth including my open container of perfect ranch dressing.
With a puddle of ranch dressing pooling in the middle of our king sized fleece blanket, my husband quickly jumped into action trying to quell the problem with the napkins he just brought from the kitchen. However, it was very soon realized that the only thing going to help this issue was a whole lot of laundry detergent, so we gathered it up and my husband put the blanket in the wash.
When he returned to our “dinner table”, it was obvious he was frustrated. He knows how much I like my ranch dressing, and I knew he felt bad. But honestly it wasn’t going to hurt me to eat my french fries sans my favorite heart-clogging condiment. As we prepared to begin our meal, we searched for the remote to play the episode where President Bartlett decides to run for a second term.
“Babe, do you have the remote on your side?”
“No. I thought you had it.”
“Is it under the covers?”
*spend three minutes checking
“I don’t see it, babe”
My husband shoots up from the bed and runs to the laundry room. Sure enough, he returned with it in hand soap still dripping from it. The remote control and my husband’s patience was fried.
He was upset.
And I laughed. The whole night was a scene from a Chevy Chase movie.
When I pointed this out, we both busted up in giggles and it will always be one of my most favorite date nights.
I feel like it’s moments like these where God intentionally created marriage. So many things happen in this life that are inconvenient, messy, and unfortunate. The ranch dressing gets spilled, the remote is thrown in with the wash, life happens. On our own it’s so easy to get perturbed, frustrated, angry, but when we have that person in our life to help us see the funny in a crazy situation it brings unexpected laughter and newfound joy.
I can’t tell you how many times my husband has been this for me. Helping me to expand my perspective, my husband will gently remind me not to sweat the small stuff, and show me how the thing I got so fixated on really wasn’t that big of deal. In this instance it was my chance to return the favor.
I’m grateful for our marriage. So incredibly thankful to have my husband as my partner, teammate and best friend to lean on during tough days, silly mistakes, and unexpected circumstances.
It’s especially in those moments of imperfections and date nights gone awry where I could not be happier that God brought the two of us together.
When you pray for your husband or husband-to-one-day-be, pray for one that will laugh with you over the spilled ranch dressing moments of life.