Monday, March 24, 2014

Among the Lucky



After working  over nine hours, my husband walked through the door covered in sheet rocking mud. His hands white in spots.


“Let’s go!” I said. “Eddaejia has an appointment.”


He had other ideas.  “I’m not going.”


“I haven’t seen you all day,” I replied, “I missed you.”


I moved closer to him so I could look in his eyes, smile and give him a hug.

“Sometimes, the car is the only place to be quiet and alone,” I reminded. “I love being with you.”


It is true.  I love being with my husband, at least most of the time.  After decades and decades of marriage, we still like each other.


My daughter recently got engaged.  She has been asking about our wedding that took place more than thirty years ago.  While fielding questions and searching my memory for answers, I was reflecting about how very fortunate we are since our marriage came ten months after we met.  Sometimes relationships never make it to long term.  We can be counted among the lucky.

3 comments:

5whispersoflife said...

You are lucky! I like the dialogue you included. Very Sweet.

Melanie Meehan said...

Cute picture and great post! Marriage is a lot of work, no matter how long you knew each other before getting married. Your daughter has great role models.

Kimberley Moran said...

I know just what you mean. Even when I'm mad, I'd rather be next to him. Bittersweet.