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Ah, the memories of a 27-year marriage. Having married my near polar-opposite, I have learned there are degrees of "splitting hairs" that I never dreamed could exist. But in the beginning, like all new brides, I wanted only to please my handsome, new husband. And to show my undying gratitude for his having chosen me to love and cherish forever and ever, I made a secret vow: I absolutely would NOT argue over nor pick on him about all those "little things" newlyweds are so prone to. After all, I loved him heart and soul, and I had seen and heard many a horror story of first-year marriage strives. I was determined to be mature at the outset of our life together and show him that I could rise above those strange little habits of his. And at the same time, I would make sure not to make him unhappy with my own. It was all going to be so wonderful, I just knew it. Little did I realize that my sweet husband had one almost unforgivable flaw...he couldn't read my mind. How could this have happened?! After all, I was certain I could read his, and I went to great effort to see to his happiness and comfort. But within days of our wedded bliss, he began to show me everywhere I was lacking: I squeezed the toothpaste tube wrong, I didn't make the bed right, I didn't cook the way his mother did, I didn't work enough, etc. etc. My heart was crushed, yet I refused to give in to the temptation to repartee. There was my secret vow to consider. However, after nearly a month of such daily "cleansing" to my character, I finally broke down and reminded him that he, also, had a few quirks of his own. The look of surprise and shock on his face would have been funny, if he hadn't opened his mouth with, "What do you mean? Like what?" Fuming by now, I took him into our bedroom and pointed out the pile of dirty clothing sitting on the floor right beside the laundry hamper, none of which was mine. My young husband stared at it for a few quiet moments, as I waited to hear his remorseful reply and loving apology for the last few weeks. Then, my darling man drew himself up, turned to me and firmly said, "But it's a NEAT pile." And that very day, I learned about true-love laughter.

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