In response to Dancing Elephants prompt 12 of 52
Photo by asap rocky on Unsplash
It was my husband’s birthday yesterday. We went to a nearby Italian restaurant for a celebration.
This morning, I’m recalling the time we spent together yesterday, as well as our first date over 28 years ago.
On our first date, my focus was all on him. What kind of person is he? Where is he going to take me? What drink does he like? Does he like what I’m wearing? I was trying to find every sparkle between us. He looked to be doing the same.
Yesterday’s main conversation was not about us. My husband got a message from the daughter of his best friend. Now she lives in Toronto working but is back in Seattle for Christmas. She was asking if we could get together for lunch before she heads back to Toronto. “When is a good time for you?” he asked. “What about 26th?” I replied. “Oh, yeah. That’ll work. I will respond to her.”
My husband’s best friend, whom he had known before I met him, became our closest family friend. The friend’s daughter became like our own niece. Unfortunately, the friend passed away a couple of years ago, but our friendship is kept alive.
Over the 28 years, my husband and I accumulated mutual experiences. We met new people together, explored new places together, and faced new challenges together. Of course, we have many disagreements, and we argue a lot. We are still two distinct individuals. But the overlapping part of his and my experience has become larger.
And this overlapping part is becoming my treasure. How much larger will it become? To be continued…