Marriage is learning.

I think I will ever be learning. Today as I was cleaning the bathroom, I recalled the following incident. When we moved into this house I decorated the bathroom. Each week as I cleaned, I carefully placed each item back where I had determined was the most pleasing to the eye. Each week, when my dear husband was looking around for ways to be helpful, we  would have the following conversation: Did you clean the bathroom? Yes. He kindly replied, oh, I couldn't tell. Each week I cleaned a bit deeper, scrubbed a little harder, and again, I would get the same question. Eventually, on a bad day, much to my repentance, I gave up and turned the job over to him. Since he was, at that time, retired, and I wasn't. He gladly cleaned it, and much to my dismay, redecorated. Week after week, I tried to figure what he was doing that I had missed. I found myself cleaning after him, the back mirror, the tub, etc., but resisting placing the decorations back in place. Then I got it!  Now, it's my turn again--he went out of retirement. I clean as I always did AND rearrange the decorations. We are all happy!