We were just about to fall asleep that night. It was the night before our anniversary and we were talking about our plans for the next few days. It wasn’t very different than any other night. Then the weirdest thought came into my head. I sat up just a little and looked at my husband.
“I have been with you for almost half my life”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” he said.
Nothing else was said as we listened to the sounds of the night and he slowly fell asleep. I moved over to my side of the bed and tucked myself under my blanket. For a long time I thought about half my life. I had a lot of strange and conflicting emotions. Some what-ifs both for the past and the future. I was in a very lonely and doubtful place for awhile.
Then I rolled over and whispered into his sleeping ear.
“It’s been the best half.”
I went to sleep looking forward to the night I’d realize that I’d spent 2/3 of my life with him. I bet we’ll be really cool grandparents.
May 31st, 2008 at 6:37 pm
You got married when you were 15?
May 31st, 2008 at 8:40 pm
Now that you mention it, I was 19 when I met Michelle, and I’m, um, over 38 now. I hadn’t really thought of it that way before.
Also, let me applaud Whit’s shameless attempt at brown nosing. Nicely done.
May 31st, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Whit - It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished us well.
COD - It kinda threw me for a loop when I thought of it that way. It just seems strange.
He is good, but I think Whit is worried I’ll actually write that Olive Garden post. That’s why he’s being nice. :)