Weddingbee Blog

I was looking in our fridge the other day and something in there got me thinking about the little sacrifices/compromises we make for each other. I think these things are essential to any marriage—you can’t just say “well I want it this way, YOU ARE WRONG,” there needs to be some give and take in the relationship.

The reason looking in the fridge reminded me of that was the 2% milk I saw in there. Now, all my life I was a skim milk girl. I drank gallons of it! And only skim milk too, anything else felt like drinking cream to me. When I lived with roommates, I’d buy my skim, another roommate would buy 2%, and another would buy soy. That’s a lot of different types of milk to have in one fridge! When Cinnamon Buns and I moved in together, we bought skim milk for both of us to drink. We’d buy two 4-litre jugs a week, sometimes more. He hadn’t been exclusively raised on skim, like I had, but he was perfectly happy to drink it and pour it over his cereal. It was a little compromise that made our lives easier (not having to monitor levels of 2 different types of milk for grocery shopping), and showed that he was willing to compromise. Weirdly, it made me feel that we were just that little bit closer, not having ‘his milk’ and ‘her milk’. Not that I would have minded buying skim and 1%!

A few years in to our relationship, I started having upset stomach problems, and I eventually realized that they were worst after I’d downed a nice, big, cold, refreshing glass of skim milk.

I was working out of town that summer, and experimented by buying some soy milk. Voila, no more crampy-gassy-unpleasantness! I spent the summer buying a different brand of soy milk each week, to see which I liked best (Silk Original Light, BTW). When I got home, I fully expected to be buying soy milk for me, and regular milk for him when we went grocery shopping. Nope! Cinnamon Buns jumped right on to the soy milk bandwagon with me! Once again, I felt so, so loved.

The 2% milk that reminded me of all these facts was in there because we hadn’t realized we were out of milk after breakfast one morning. It was late at night by the time I got off work and noticed, and the only way to get milk for breakfast the next morning was for Cinnamon Buns to pick it up at the Mac’s convenience store on his way home from work. Mac’s only carries cow milk, so Cinnamon Buns checked with me to see if it was ok to buy it—I said to pick what he wanted, and I’d have toast instead of cereal in the morning. Later the next day, we managed to make it to a grocery store and get the soy milk too, so now we had both kinds. Cinnamon Buns commented that he was enjoying finishing up the 2% because it was a nice ‘treat’. I felt bad, and said again that we could buy it regularly if he wanted—he again said no; he likes the soy and was surprised at how good it tastes, and how fast he got used to it. Once again, I felt my love for him bursting at the seams.

Now, type of milk is a fairly small thing, but it’s a daily thing that makes me smile and feel loved.

Are there any little daily compromises that you make in your relationship? What was your ‘milk moment’?