I Am His and He Is Mine.
We are committed to one another. My Grandmother use to say "Come hell or high water..."
There is something about being totally committed that makes you do whatever is necessary to make the best of it.
We could grow apart. We could fall out of love. We could fuss and fight, but that stuff just makes you both miserable so instead (since we are stuck together for better or worse and til death do us part) we make extra efforts to make each other (and thus ourselves) happy.
I am not thrilled with football, but he is, so we watch together and I could grumble or just stay quiet (or even fake it) and he would still love football, but I choose to get into it and enjoy it for all it is worth.
He is not thrilled about antiquing, but he will get all excited to look down all the aisles for an old lamp I want for the bedroom.
Same philosophy for the bedroom, movies we go see, resturants, cruises, and many other "life" issues. God loves a cheerful giver...so does my husband and so do I.