If I had a buck for every time I’ve heard that phrase, I’d be able to buy a drink at Starbucks for, well, a very long time. These words usually come from the women I’ve spoken with who’ve recently learned that their husbands had been unfaithful. Surprising? Perhaps. After everything I’ve endured with my husband, it makes sense to me. Because I’ve been there. I’ve said those words. My belief about this is one thing: Taking one for granted. Take Jill and Steve, for example. The moment Steve thought that he could lose his wife, his entire focus changed. It was now directed at Jill, which was actually where it should have been directed the entire time. Steve began pouring into Jill’s heart with his emotions and cared for her in a similar manner like those early months of dating. Somewhere between weddings and careers and children and houses and cars, we forget each other. We don’t realize how precious people are to us. Those closest to us often get the worst of our actions. And we don’t have to commit adultery to take one for granted. I’m guilty of taking many for granted in my life, and I hate that about myself. Cherish your wife. Adore your husband. Praise your children. Honor your parents. Bless your friends. Think that pretty much covers it.