Just a quick write this evening; DB was gone overnight again, and is just settling back into his chair. I'll give him some time to "reenter" before I go talk to him.
Lyra wrote the other night about having a hard time thinking about her "little girl" being 15. I remember just how that felt, even these years later. What was so miraculous for me was that I was operating blind trying to be a mother to a teenager. I knew only what I had missed; not what I should be doing. Lyra assured me that "I got you this far, Mom; I'll get you the rest of the way." And she did. And any of you who read her journal know she did a great job bringing me up!
The Coffee Bean Goddess wrote the other day about couples who obviously enjoy each other. I hope that is what people think when they see DB and I together. Sometimes we sit in companionable silence, but our children can attest that talking is our strongest talent! Sometimes we can't talk fast enough to get it all in. From the beginning, DB has shared everything that happens at work; and so do I.
We talk about the future; where are we going? We talk about the past; how did we get here? We laugh a lot together, and sometimes have rather tense discussions. But somehow, they always work out.
On our long rides east to relatives, or up to friends in Canada, or anywhere, we alternate between heavy discussions and bouts of silence. Or I sing along with the Big Band CD's, or dream along with the few Native American CD's I have.
We solve problems, make problems, ask questions, give answers (welcome and unwelcome, sometimes), share stories, reminisce, and generally enjoy being together.
I feel really fortunate that I married my best friend. He has been my friend since I was 17. I can tell him anything, and do most of the time. Sometimes it may not be something he wants to hear, but we work it out.
So there you are. Like I said, I hope that when people see us together, they recognize this relationship as something special. Because it is.
14 below zero this morning! This has been the coldest January/February I remember for a while. It warmed up this afternoon, however, and the children at the Head Start center had a glorious time in the snow.
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