You wouldn’t really call him a big spender. The meal he shared with his wife cost him just over $3.00. He turned and flashed a joyful smile at us before taking his tray to his wife. It contained two waters, two dollar-menu burgers and a small order of french fries. I couldn’t help but look over at them frequently during the meal I was having with my sons. She was a frail woman whose every move seemed to be a struggle. I could hear him talking loudly to her. I imagine it was because she couldn’t decipher what he was saying in a normal voice. After they finished their meal, he took her gently by the arm and raised her from the table. He then moved in beside her, using his equally frail frame to support her as they walked out of the restaurant. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do them part. I bet they fulfill their vows. Will you?