Friday is Valentine’s Day. Hearts and Romance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chris said, “Nice people make poor drama.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the last couple of weeks, it’s been like this: one of us will say “Valentine’s Day is coming.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don’t want to undergive. But this is not what my husband means to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I don’t have to begin my stories with a montage intro “Previously in Murphy’s life..”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He’s been paying attention. And he has opinions about what will and should happen next. He’s a fan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I feel the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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! … Continue reading