quite the team

She was buying apples and pears. Just like everyone else that day.

With my daughter in one arm, I rang up her sale. It was $9.92. My husband joined me behind the counter as the lady handed me a ten dollar bill.

“I think I have two cents somewhere,” she said as she dug in her purse.

With my free hand, I entered the amount paid: $10.02. The cash register drawer popped open. I took her two pennies as my husband handed her back a dime.

“Wow, you two are quite the team!”

I put her ten dollar bill in the cash drawer, and pushed it shut. Putting my arm around my husband, I smiled.

Yes, ma’am, that’s what marriage is all about.

I came home and put away the dishes, then sat down to my pile of mending that suddenly appeared this week.

Her words keep coming back to me. And as often as they do, I wonder, do I always complement my husband so well? Is it always obvious to the world what a team we are?

I don’t even know our customer’s name. But her words are now a continual reminder to me that the world is watching our marriage.

I want to do everything I can help my husband–whatever we are doing, wherever we are. But I’m a selfish human being. And there’s always room for improvement.

But my job in life is to be his helper. And to complement him as we work together is one of the highest compliments I could give him. So I remember her words as I work by his side.

We are quite the team. God designed it just so.