The Call of Duty
Husbands who go above and beyond
By: Kelly Keenan Trumpbour
I sometimes feel bad for husbands. Have you seen any of the diamond commercials on television? To avoid ranking as scum sucking bottom feeders, guys must use at least one anniversary to surprise their wives with a spontaneous, and loud, renewal of vows in a crowded piazza somewhere in Rome where her parents sit in beaming admiration of the hunk of a man their daughter was lucky enough to snag.
Having been married for almost eight years, I have come to appreciate the subtler, but no less powerful forms of love. Take for instance my third year of marriage. I was in the midst of studying for a bar exam, and I was about as happy as a cat in a bathtub.
As I woke each morning, muttering obscenities under my breath, my husband cleared a path for me. Clean clothes magically appeared folded in my closet. Dinner was cooked (or ordered) and I could choose to sit silently shoveling food down my throat or engage in one of my many rants against the corrupt system that was messing with my life. When it came time to take the test, he drove me, in a snowstorm, to the exam without using one syllable of profanity. Given that my husband usually has several unique and creative expletives for this situation, I found it particularly touching.
I passed the test, and after being sworn in, my husband gave me a gold ring with the words Justitiae Tenax carved on the band. The engraving is Latin for “Tenacious Justice,” a quality that my husband believed I possessed in every aspect of my life. There were no flying doves, no giant rocks attached to the ring, and no crowd applauding my husband’s selflessness. But I was still pretty damn impressed.