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Thoughts about my husband.
After being with someone for several years, you might think things get stale. Perhaps there's a loss of conversation over the years because, after all, how much more is there to say? We've already shared all our childhood secrets, our teen triumphs and let downs, we've lived the adult struggles and joys together.
I remember early in our relationship sitting outside on a beautiful restaurant veranda; across from us sat an older couple. They never uttered a word the entire meal. They didn't even look at one another. And I quietly said to my husband, "Shoot us if we ever get like that."
But after a while, their waiter brought the check and as they got up to leave, the man leaned over and gave his old bride a peck on the cheek and she smiled back at him. They held their gaze for a moment...a clear, sweet, smile, and we observed this untouchable moment. As they left, they held hands.
I leaned back over to my husband and whispered, "Forget about what I said!" And we laughed.
Years later, we find pockets of quiet in our time together, but it is with a greater understanding; at least on my part. Sometimes being with the right one is replete in itself.
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