Friday is Valentine’s Day. Hearts and Romance.
Last Saturday I took myself to see “Who’s Afraid of Virgina Woolfe?”
I left the theater at a run to get back to my own husband. What mean and horrible people filled that play! I was so glad that my days are filled with a responsible and respectful partner.
I mean, mostly. We both are not so good about re-hanging towels on the rack, and other similar transgressions. But we are nice to each other.
Chris said, “Nice people make poor drama.”
In my nice low-drama marriage, I am ready to admit that we are also low on the typical Valentine’s Day hearts and flowers.
For the last couple of weeks, it’s been like this: one of us will say “Valentine’s Day is coming.”
The other will pull eyes up from whatever is being read or eaten and we will lock eyes. Like a game of chicken. Who will say what first? What is expected? What is required?
What if one of us has plans, and the other forgets? Like some kind of blindfolded competition. Neither of us wants to be the one to under-give.
I don’t want to undergive. But this is not what my husband means to me.
I was talking to someone about how I don’t have time to explain to people what’s happening in my day. I was sad that I used to have a whole bunch of friends who I could tell about my day and they would be able to follow along.
I went on, “It would take too long to explain before I got to what I wanted to say. Like, I would have to set the whole table before I could get to the dish I actually want to serve. I can’t even begin, because neither one of us has the time to get to what I want to say.”
Except my husband. He’s been paying attention to all the episodes, the whole season of my life. He’s been willing to binge watch along the way.
So I don’t have to begin my stories with a montage intro “Previously in Murphy’s life..”
He’s been paying attention. And he has opinions about what will and should happen next. He’s a fan.
And I feel the same.
It’s a precious thing, so have someone following along on my life. I’d rather have that than a box of chocolates. It lasts a lot longer.