When I decided to propose to my wife and surprise her with an engagement ring (we had had a few discussions so I knew what she wanted), I did a lot of research and selected a jewelry store outside of Cincinnati where we were both graduate students. On the way to the jewelers, my car broke down along the freeway during a freezing cold January rush hour. A nice man with a car phone stopped and let me use his phone to call a tow truck. The tow truck came and hauled my car away, leaving me to wander down the embankment to a gas station with a pay phone. As I wandered, I thought to myself, "I need someone to come pick me up? Who should I call?" Then it dawned on me: I have a girl friend! I'd never had to rely on her in a crisis before, and it was this really new and novel feeling. When I called and explained that I was stranded (I didn't tell her I was going to pick out her a ring), she was happy to come get me. Happy to. Since then, I've always thought that the measure of a relationship is how you work together in times of distress.
Mary and Jeff, your relationship has thus been measured.