Look, I ain't gonna kid you. Marriage is hard. It just is. Two completely different people living together for years and years? Hard. And the only saving grace are those little moments that bring an unexpected smile to your lips. Like this note, left by my husband after he washed the potatoes. . . .
There was a time that I didn't like the idea of certainty. It was....boring. I preferred by far not knowing what was around the next corner. Surprises thrilled me. Uncertainty made me breathe in anticipation and breathe out amazement. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. A life of . . .
He looks benign, doesn't he? A nice young man out doing the family grocery shopping. Something my father and most men of his generation wouldn't be caught dead doing. Men of today, they participate in household chores. They take care of the kids. Do the dishes. Help with the laundry And go to . . .
Whenever I start to think that the good old days were good,BETTER, even........I think about the 1940s and 1950s. Uhhh...maybe not. . . .
Me to husband last night: "Have you ever cooked a meal?"Husband: "No."Me: "How about a dish, something that's your "specialty"?Him: "No."Me, incredulous: "Never?"Him: "No."To be fair, he says, though, that he bakes Christmas cookies. . . .