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What Happy Relationships Are Made Of

In the spring, we bought asparagus every time we went to the grocery store. Except Dave didn’t call it asparagus, he called it broccoli. He did it every time. He could hold the asparagus in his hand and point at it emphatically and call it “broccoli.” I’d ask him, “You mean asparagus?” He’d sigh and smirk. And the next time we talked about dinner, he’d make plans to cook up the broccoli, and I knew we’d be having asparagus.

Sometimes his brain is not wired correctly. Or he’s pulling out adjacent, but erroneous files, and often doesn’t realize it.

The other day, he looked down at his shoes and told me his seat belts were almost untied.

Today he told me he was going to cook something on the fireplace. Meaning the stove.

These mental file errors happen pretty frequently. And damned that I’ve started to do it too. When he catches me, I blame him.

I can’t wait to grow old with this man.

Comments

  1. And I can’t wait to grow old with you either. I’ll need someone to spoon feed me.

  2. That is exactly what happy relationships are made of! Knowing and understanding the other person’s quirks, and caring about them because of them!

  3. Awwww… I have no need for Halloween candy this year!

  4. love the photograph, it made me smile so that i had my wife Susan of 33 years come take a look. I hope you take another just like it in 33 years!
    michael

  5. The French call it folie à deux (craziness for two), referring to how couples develop quirky behavior that seems crazy to everyone else. The clinical definition is not as benign: shared psychosis. Either way, I can’t wait to watch you grow old together. Chris and I are already well on our way.

  6. You guys are weird.

  7. Aimee Wynhausen says

    I like it! :)

  8. Aunty Laurie says

    Been There, ARE There, Doing That!!!! It’s AWESOME!!!! Welcome to the Land of Together Forever!!!

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