Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of the day Kevin asked me to marry him. To celebrate, I packed up dinner and we headed to the park where we got engaged, only this time we had a wee infant in tow. It was a wonderful evening, full of retrospect, playfulness, and looking to the future. The conversation of the night was pretty profound, and carried over into bedtime….
……..Wednesday Evening, Our House……
Me: Hey Kev? Do you ever feel weird? :::::props self up on elbow::::
Kev: Uh….(raises eyebrow, whilst spitting out toothpaste)
Me: Well, I mean, do you ever feel like you aren’t like other people your age, like, you don’t think like them or act like them.
Kev: Oh, shoot, yeh I feel like that a lot.
Me: Yeh? ….Me too.
……Kevin climbs in bed, kisses us goodnight, then turns over to adjust his alarm clock….
Me: I just feel like I don’t belong to this generation. I just feel weird and awkward sometimes.
Kev: ::::grunts:::: ….I do too sometimes.
Me: Hey Kev? ….Thanks for putting up with me, and my weird quirks.
Kev: uh…you’re welcome. I don’t have to put up with so much.
::::thoughtful silence:::::
Kev: Hey…..thanks for putting up with me too.
Me: You’re welcome.
::::more thoughtful silence::::
Me: Hey…you know…maybe that’s the key to marriage. Knowing how weird we each are, putting up with each other’s weirdness, and yet still working as a team to make a happy life together.
Kev: Hrm…. yeh. Maybe. Goodnight.
Me: Goodnight.
