Open My Door

When I pulled my car into the driveway after work tonight, my husband came out to meet me and opened my door for me.  I was rather tired after work today, as I didn’t get to bed early enough last night, and have been working long days.  It brought a smile to my tired face that he made the effort to come out and open my door.

My husband was raised in chivalry, and I rather enjoy it when he employs the practice.  He doesn’t do it all the time, just often enough to keep it special.  It’s not as though he opens my door because he thinks that I’m weaker.  He opens my door for me to serve me, and as a way of showing me that he cares for me.  I am thankful that he will occasionally open my door.