The Marriage House

Adoration is defined as the act of paying honor, reverent homage, and fervent and devoted love.

A couple days ago, as I was about to venture off into berry bushes of busyness, I noticed a sweet gesture caressing my dashboard...my husband filled my car with gas.

That simple act that is done by drivers on a daily basis adorned my heart with adoration.

Adoration comes in many subtle nuances that grace the marriage house.

Gestures that lighten the burden of a spouse honors your husband or wife with servant-hood.

Servant-hood pays homage to the person’s mind and their well-being. A spouse should eliminate stress and place a picture of peace on the wall.

Adoration frames your true love with reverence and a light shines upon the picture with devotion.

Line walls with tribute to your spouse, accentuating attributes.

Adoration will fill the hallways of the marriage house with dedication.

Your spouse’s needs are important knick-knacks that home on sentimental shelves.

Admire the knick-knacks and dust them with admiration and care.

The marriage house should be filled with fervent love lace and tender clicking of adoring coffee cups.

Loving your spouse should heighten to the top-top roof of adoration.

Fill the gas tank with help
Make a sandwich of love
Pound a nail of support into the wall
Wash clothes of care
Listen to thoughts of companionship

Adore your wife or husband and a deep love will solidify the marriage house foundation.

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