I guess it’s true, you do mellow with age. In my 20’s I was so “liberated” shall we say. I didn’t like or need a door opened for me, I was quite capable of doing it myself and I let that be known. Boy did I have a lot to learn. Funny thing is I think that was one of the things that attracted my husband to me. I was being serious and he thought it was just funny.
Well, I guess I just stood back and took a look at us the other day and realized, he’s been opening the door for me for nine years now and he’s still doing it. It makes me feel good to know he never really took that seriously, if he had where would I be now? Opening doors for myself? Even better he has set the example our seven year old son now follows. Bug as we affectionately call him holds the door open for others including his little sister, Princess.
What a fine choice I made.