Marriage

My Husband and I Share Grey Matter

Married people: Don’t you just LOVE it when you and your spouse are just clicking? If you’ve been married a day over 5 years, you know what I’m talking about. Like when you finish each other’s sentences; or set a drink of water on the table knowing that your significant other is going to take 2 huge gulps and leave you with just the right amount to quench your thirst? Stuff like that.

This week, I noticed that my hubby and I are vibing more than usual. Like most men, I’m sure he’d rather I didn’t share the intimate details of what constitutes “vibing” and since I’m learning to use the rusty filter God gave me, I’ll keep those to myself. But here are some examples that I can share that are considered more socially acceptable:

1. Every year, we do a Daniel’s Fast in my church for 30 days that starts New Year’s day. Last night, as I stared at the caramelizing pot of spaghetti sauce that was simmering on the stove, I thought that we ought to challenge ourselves as a couple and do an all juice/liquid fast this upcoming year. 15 seconds later, Marshall pipes up and says “You know, I think we should do a juice fast for the Daniel’s.”

“Me too!” I shouted. That was pretty cool.

2. Yesterday morning, we all woke up late. Na missed the school bus and everyone was getting showered 30 minutes behind schedule. I offered to drop Na off at school so that Marshall could get on his way a little faster, but he said he would do it. Soon after they set off, I thought to call him and tell him to take an alternate route to get into school. Traffic is a nightmare in a school zone at 7:30 am, as you can imagine. Just as I picked up the phone, it rang. It was Marshall!

“Hey! I was just about to call you.”

“Yeah, I figured out a new way to get to Na’s school so that I could by-pass traffic. Thought I’d call to tell you in case you need to drop her off one day.”

“Shut up! I was going to tell you the same thing!”

Now this was just getting weird.

3. Today he was having an interview at 1ish and asked me to wish him luck as he was leaving the house this morning.

“Naw. Scratch that. Pray for me.”

“I will,” I promised.

At 1:18 I was doing the dishes, and started to pray. 12 minutes, he called me up.

“Hey! I was praying for you at 1:18,” I said.

“Wow. I had just got on the phone with the folks at 1:18. It went really well.”

Spppoooooky.

Now, I know this is uncharacteristically Pollyannaic of me, but isn’t it great being so in love with the one you love that you share your very thoughts without saying a word? Oh never mind me. I’m going to get my Mary Tyler Moore hat and throw it in the air in the direction of oncoming traffic. You guys carry on with whatever you were doing before reading this post.