Ladyslipper Lane lies near the heart of The Land of 10,000 Lakes. In January, that means ice fishing. No, not me. But I know people! Fishermen like to talk about fishing. And in that context I not-too-subtly announce how much I love fish, and sometimes I receive the fruit of their labor.

Imagine arriving at work to discover a bag on your desk tenderly holding a fresh caught, beautifully filleted 19” walleye from ___Lake (not about to jinx any future gifts with a good fishing hole revelation!). I am a very rich woman!

So the dinner menu was set. And the King was thrilled because, although he likes fish, he likes his fried potatoes even better. He peeled and chopped and sliced, while I prepped and floured; and the frying began. Me on one side of the stove and him on the other. The culinary ballet proceeded – mostly a tandem, with a few solo moves to tend to other parts of the meal.

This has been happening more and more lately. Nothing is really discussed, we just work together. I do some; he does some, and it all coalesces nicely. I love it, and I love him.

Find a good spouse, you find a good life— and even more: the favor of God! Proverbs 18:22