Originally Posted by Pro31:28
Ok, this is actually an article I wrote (yes it is all true), but it tells about my best friend better than anything I can come up with in a minute... This was written in April 2007
So I am awakened this morning at 6 am by the light in my bedroom turning on, and my husband of 14 years running though the bedroom, naked and soaking wet, screaming "it's overflowing, the shower is overflowing into the toilet!"
Needless to say, I wasn't too happy to be given such a rude awakening, and when I finally realized what was going on, I threw a robe at him and told him to get dressed... He poured Drano down the shower and we got ready to go on a graduation brunch cruise. (we had a great time by the way)
When we came home, we realized, that not only had the Drano not worked, the TOILET HAD BACKED UP INTO THE SHOWER! So my husband proceeded to take the panel off of the wall in our bedroom so he could get to the pipes and use his plumbing snake... it didn't work....
So he had to take the toilet apart, I don't mean like the back off or anything, I mean he took the whole thing out! so there he was leaning over a "Thai-looking, toilet-hole" in the bathroom floor.
Being the huge help that I am, I go and get him some gloves, and tell him to put them on, and while I am standing there plugging my nose and holding my breath, there is my husband, on his knees shoving a snake down the toilet-hole all the while banging is hands on the sides...
I realized that I have never loved him as much as I did in that moment (and still do).
So on the eve of his graduation from law school, he will have bloody knuckles...As he walks across the platform, I will be remembering that moment, seeing him all sweaty and dirty (with things I won't mention here) and realize that I am so proud of him, not just for completing law school, not just because he plays catch with our son almost everyday, not just because he has tea parties with our daugter, who he affectionately refers to as, "monkey"... But because he takes care of me,he takes care of us, and because he is willing to take the time to do the nastiest job imaginable so we can have a flushing toilet and a waste-free shower...
So everytime I walk into the bathroom, I will remember that true love isn't just about romance and flowers, it isn't just about friday night dates, and long walks on the beach, it isn't just about flowery words or evenings of passion... True love is about toilets and tea parties, playing catch and bloody knuckles....
So on our 75th wedding anniversary when someone asks me what the secret to a happy marriage is, when my answer is, "the toilet" please don't think I am senile... I am just remembering a long ago memory of an afternoon spent in the bathroom...
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