The dryer is FIXED!!!...no thanks to me

Two or three months ago, our old dryer that my uncle gave us stopped working. It would start up, but then wouldn't let you select the cycle, and if you don't select a cycle, it'll stop rotating after 10 seconds. Anyway, I figured it was something electrical, and beyond what Matt and I could fix, so we've abandoned it these last few months. Instead of forking over the $400 to either get it fixed or buy a new one, we resorted to hauling our laundry to our Beaumont apartment. This method has been working out OK, but we knew this alternative wouldn't last forever. We considered using our Christmas money to buy a new dryer, but decided we'd rather have a dresser. Anyway, since we've only been in Houston on the weekends, that means that typically, there's not more than a basket of laundry to haul. But having been in Houston for over two weeks over the holidays, Matt and I were on our last pair of clean underwear and the thought of hauling the mountains of laundry that had built up over Christmas/New Year's was almost more than either of us could bear.

This last weekend, Matt informed me that he was going to fix the dryer as he had threatened to do many times in the past few months. Every time he'd threaten to "fix it", I'd put up a fight. Sometimes, it seems to me that Matt thinks that because his dad has a degree in electrical engineering, he is somehow an electrician by birth. I don't mind him patching walls, or constructing things that don't require too much structural stability, but wires scare me. I would not want to be the one responsible for burning down the entire apartment complex cause I let me electrician-by-birth husband rewire our dryer. I REALLY did not want to haul all those clothes to Beaumont, so I caved. Matt took out two screws and popped off the top of the dryer. Lo and behold, a dusty, unread owner's manual was hidden back there, and inside there was a "Common Problems" section. After a few minutes of reading, Matt concluded that a little part had jiggled loose. He shoved it back in, popped the top back on and ta da!!....FIXED!!!! He made all my Christmas wishes come true! No more hauling laundry!! If I had had the faith to take the first step in fixing the dryer, even I, a "non-electrician-by-birth"...or gentile, if you will, could have done that. I felt like Laman and Lemuel who mocked Nephi for trying to build a boat. Despite their bad attitudes, he was successful, and they sailed all the way to America on a boat built by someone who has never built a boat before. Over the last year and four months of marriage, I've learned to trust a little more in Matt's skills as an electrician, and he's learned to trust more in my map reading and sense of direction. We've got a lot of years ahead of us, which is good, cause I still have a lot to learn. Thanks for fixing the dryer, Matt! Love you!