This Is Why I Married Him

This afternoon, the Aggie and I were dining at Freebirds World Burrito in Houston. As we were munching on our meals, we noticed that five servicemen and one servicewoman were waiting in line to get their food. The Aggie – ever the patriot and gentleman – asked me sheepishly if we could buy those six soldiers lunch, pointing out the badges on their uniforms that denoted they were all combat veterans. The Aggie discretely went to the cashier and told her to bring him the check for all of their food. Then he returned to our table quietly and went on about his lunch. He didn't intend for the staff to tell them who was responsible for picking up the meager $45 tab, but apparently she pointed us out. While we spent the equivalent of one evening of drinks, the looks on the soldiers faces greatly surpassed any monetary value. One by one, the came over to our table, shook the Aggie's hand and thanked him profusely. They were kind, grateful and very appreciative souls – not unlike my sweet husband.