This year I’ll have been married for thirty glorious years. Yes, with the same woman. We know each other better than peanut butter knows jelly. Our secret to staying together is that we have a system worked out. I know she’s going to tell me how to do something (everything), and she knows I’m going to ignore her sometimes (most times).
Unfortunately, our system has been on the fritz for a couple of months. My wife’s been sick since Thanksgiving with the crud that’s been floating around Charlotte and has lost her voice for much of that time (and much of her energy).
You can imagine my dismay with the situation. I keep glancing at her out of the corner of my eye (while playing on my PS4), waiting for the inevitable instructions that never come. It’s unnerving I tell you. I’m paralyzed with inaction (or maybe I’m lazy, you decide).
Well the other day, she walked up to me with a big smile on her face and said, “I have my voice back.” Her elation was unmistakable. I tried to match it with my own. “Awesome, I’m glad you feel better.”
Seriously, she is my jelly (you didn’t think she was the peanut butter!) and I worried about her, but . . . I guess every marriage has its ups and downs.
Silence is Golden they say, but nothing is more comforting than a familiar voice on a cold night (Even if it’s telling me to turn off the Play Station).
And she said I couldn’t be trained.