When I turned 16 my parents bought me a car. My Dad would fill up my tank once a week. I never asked, he just did it. He didn't think a girl should have to pump her own gas. This was a perk I greatly enjoyed.
When I was 18 I met my husband. One day we were out driving and I needed gas. I pulled into the gas station and he jumped out to pump my gas for me. Later I told him it was a good thing he was with me because I had no idea how to pump gas.
I could tell by the look on his face that he thought this was ridiculous.
Needless to say I have pumped my own gas for the past 23 years, unless we are in the car together and then wonderful husband does it.
I find myself, at times, missing the days when my father would just take care of this for me. My mom HAS NEVER pumped gas.
Now, lest you think my husband an ogre, he does pamper me in other ways. He lets me sleep in on Saturday mornings, brings me coffee just the way I like it, and lets me escape for a little time alone whenever I feel the need. He is a great guy.
He just doesn't pump my gas.
I was telling my sons that there is something very romantic about Grandpa making sure Grandma's gas tank is always full and ready to go. They of course rolled their eyes at me. I was trying to explain to them, that while I am all about being self sufficient, it is very nice to feel so nurtured and loved. That Grandpa is showing his love by taking care of this little detail in our lives. It brings him joy.
My boys were amazed that a girl would actually care about something as "stupid" as this. They can understand about buying flowers, and opening doors, but pumping gas.....come on.
I was trying to explain to them that it was about having a servants heart and I shared the Bible Verse to them about how a man is to love his wife as Christ loved the church.
They still were not convinced.
So ladies, this is your chance. Lay it on me. Would you like for your husband to take care of this mundane chore for you, or perhaps he already does? Let me know. My boys and I have a little wager going on this one, and it involves chores, so I am hoping to be the big winner.
Not that I'm trying to influence you in any way. I would NEVER do anything like that. Hee Hee.
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