What Makes My Marriage Work By Susan “Honey” Good My husband, Sheldon Good,┬áis┬áthe lace in my shoe, the wind in my sail, the cream in my coffee, my rock of Gibraltar who fortifies and protects me with┬álove┬áand┬ádevotion.┬áHe could give a course to men in how to be the perfect mate. Once again, I sit alone with my thoughts; it is 4:43 a.m. to be exact. I ponder,┬áasking myself what┬áone┬áword┬áwould I use to┬ádescribe┬ámy husband as a mate.┬áAfter much deliberation, I settled on one.┬áINTENTION.┬á┬áHis intention, simply put, is to shower his love upon┬áme by doing everything to make me feel loved and protected.┬áWithout my husband, I would be shoeless. I swear I could tell you 365 stories, one┬áfor┬áeach day of the year of his┬áintention┬áto bring peace and harmony into our marriage.┬áI will settle on one. A successful marriage: How my husband proves his intention to love me It was the merry month of May. My birthday. We were in New York to celebrate our grandsonΓÇÖs graduation from graduate school and my special day. We started out the day with a scrumptious breakfast at our little coffee shop around the corner from our hotel which was across the street from a Barneys. ΓÇ£LetΓÇÖs shop┬áfor you today,ΓÇ¥ said my husband who enjoys┬áthe art of shopping. We started out at Barneys, where I bought a few pairs of boots. Most men would be itching to go. Not┬ámy husband. He sat patiently for well┬áover an hour while I tried on shoes that would comfortably fit┬ámy bad feet. Next, we headed up┬áMadison Avenue dropping into every shop my little heart desired. His┬áintention┬áthat day was to make me feel like ΓÇ£Pretty Woman.ΓÇ¥ And, darlings, I did. It was 5:00 p.m. when we left the last shop. We knew we would have trouble finding a taxi so we walked to Park Ave. We were across the street from the park for the longest time trying to hail one of the thousands┬áof┬átaxi┬ácabs that flew past us.┬áFinally, I said,┬áΓÇ£I cannot stand any longer. My feet are killing me.ΓÇ¥ ΓÇ£Ok, letΓÇÖs walk┬áone block┬áto the red light at that┬ácorner.ΓÇ¥ ΓÇ£I hope I can make it,ΓÇ¥ I replied. I could not believe the scene that took place┬ábefore my eyes as I stood where I was told┬áon┬áthe corner of┬á5th┬áAvenue at rush hour. ΓÇ£Just stand┬áright┬áhere,ΓÇ¥ he said. ΓÇ£Ok. Where are you going?ΓÇ¥ ΓÇ£Just watch me.ΓÇ¥ ┬áMy husband walked out into traffic on 5th┬áAvenue┬áand┬áput up his hand┬áup to flag down any┬ápassing car.┬áI could not believe what I was witnessing. He knew the only way we would ever get back to our hotel was to hitchhike.┬á┬áHis intention was to help me and my tired feet.┬á Can┬áyou┬áimagine how startled I was?┬á I have to tell you, I was laughing to myself as I thought, ΓÇ£my husband is one tough and resourceful guy.ΓÇ¥ I felt an overwhelming love and respect for him. After all, he is not a young man by any means. He was on a mission. His┬áintention┬áby hook or by crook was to help me. Many cars and vans passed as he signaled┬áthem to stop. My man┬áwould not give up. Finally, a large van stopped. My husband grabbed me and literally threw me into the middle section of┬áthe van with my shopping bags falling all around me. Recovering from my surprise,┬áI looked into the front seat. A┬ámiddle-aged man and his wife, wearing a Hijab, turned to look at us.┬áThree young girls┬áin the back seat were giggling. ΓÇ£Thank┬áyou so much for helping us. Thank you for your kindness,ΓÇ¥ I said still in a state of shock.┬áMy husband told our story and all seven of us fell into non-stop conversation. We rode together for several blocks, the wife and I exchanging email addresses and the girls and I talking about their new braces and asking me what was in all my shopping bags. I had several samples of perfume in my handbag and gave each of the children one. They were so excited. I looked over at my husband, my hero, took his hand in mine and┬áthanked God for this man, this husband of mine. As I sit in the still of the morning, it is now 6:08 a.m., I think to myself, ΓÇ£Every day┬áof the year, being married to Sheldon Good,┬ámy ultimate concierge┬áis ValentineΓÇÖs Day. ΓÇ¥┬á┬áI┬áam blessed beyond to have a husband┬áwho has showered me with loving and caring┬áintentions┬áfor the past┬á27 years. Susan “Honey” Good is the founder of┬áHoneyGood.com┬áwhere this blog originally appeared. The site is a collection of lessons learned, life advice and insights from not only her, but from a fantastic group of contributing writers, each adding their own spice to the recipe.┬áHoney Good.com representing ΓÇ£a family tree of┬áwomenΓÇ¥ — wives, mothers, daughters, granddaughters, mothers-in-law, daughters-in-law, sisters, aunts, cousins and girlfriends — coming together to talk about what┬ámakes them tick as well as what they have in common. Honey Good discusses┬álife experiences with wisdom, humor and intellect, enabling all┬áto attain┬áa “Honey Good Style of Life.ΓÇ¥