29. years of marriage later and not much has changed.
Hellooo! I’ve been writing and performing the story of my life for the past 3 1/2 years. To accomplish this epic feat, I’ve been hiding from my daily life and not writing anything here, or anywhere else really. Today, that hiatus is over with the publishing of this silly little story. God-willing and the creek don’t rise, I won’t let this be the last silly little story.
I wonder if anyone else has a relationship like this?
This interaction sums up our entire relationship:
HE, the husband, comes into the kitchen/great room at 10:30 pm on a Monday night to find me doing the dishes and a full on elaborate ballet to, My Favorite Things, from The Sound of Music. The film version.
***To acknowledge his presence, I stop and wave and go back to doing the kitchen Ballet-and the dishes.
***A minute passes
ME: You missed my big finish earlier
***A lot more time passes
***(As I pass HIM doing God knows what to HIS feet)
ME: Well, it wasn’t just me. It’s a group number.
ME cont’d: (from another room) It’s the entire chorus.
(3 minutes later I stick my head back into the kitchen/great room)
ME cont’d: We’re wearing dirndls.
***More time passes
***I go back to doing the dishes
ME: You think I’m kidding.
***One minute later
HIM: No, I knew you weren’t kidding.
He waited until he was pretty sure I was finished. AND THAT’S THE IMPORTANT PART! He humored me and accepted me for who I am, without losing who he is, and there we have it. 29 years of marriage and fun remains.
If you’re reading this far, I hope this same fun waits for you…forever.