the glue that binds us
My husband and I are quite the opposites.
He is pragmatic, logical, organized, while I am the creative, disheveled romantic. We were both born the same year, but he is water and I am fire. He is taciturn, while I wear my heart on my sleeve.
We come at life very differently, he the early riser, filling his days with physical activity and work and sports. I am the night owl, and my days are filled with creative wonder and work and reading.
We meet in the middle for meals and family, vacations and holidays, and for a few minutes most nights, in front of a fire. In warm weather, we sit outside beneath the stars with our feet up and music playing. In winter, as soon as we both have finished our work and chores and activity for the day, there is the fireplace.
He will almost always be asleep before nine, while I will sit for hours reading, writing, knitting, thinking, often with whatever game he was watching still playing out unobserved on the television screen.
One night a few weeks ago, as we settled into this nightly ritual, my husband in his spot in the chair closest to the flames, me on the couch with the best view, and all the animals filed in to take their nightly places in this oh-so-quiet drama, (the two gray girls in the chair with him, the two male cats rearranging themselves at whim, and the dog in the extra chair) my husband looked at me and said, “so, here we are.”
We both laughed and settled in.
Indeed.
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Reverb 12/Cultivate 2012:
How can you nurture a healthy, loving relationship with your partner?
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December 14th, 2012 at 9:11 am
I love this. My husband’s family is Italian and they have a saying for that in their dialect, ‘eccoci qua’ , means so here we are , capturing the same sentiment. It’s a kind of bliss isn’t it?
December 14th, 2012 at 11:51 am
“here” is just the place to be. perfectly said.
December 14th, 2012 at 4:11 pm
i love this. my husband is logical, competent,
ORGANIZED, and all those good characteristics. I
am the not, of all those things. Yet, we mesh well, except for putting up a tent, taking down a tent, or anything related to me understanding tractor signals. then i leave him to his flayling
arms, red faced anger at my ignorance and i walk home.
Tilda
December 14th, 2012 at 6:28 pm
smiles…here we are…i like the wee in that…its a learning this being together that takes many a year…and we find our rhythms to life and love….
December 14th, 2012 at 9:23 pm
This made me smile. How sweet and simply perfect.
December 15th, 2012 at 11:06 am
I love it. My husband and I are usually both busy with our own stuff, too, but make sure we come together for at least a little while to watch a movie or sit on the porch or play ping-pong or a walk with the pups. The thing doesn’t matter – it’s the coming together, right?
December 15th, 2012 at 2:52 pm
You’ve painted such a charming picture of your life together. It’s heartwarming!
December 17th, 2012 at 2:09 pm
I love this . . . it sounds very similar to my husband and I and I love it in the evening when we get to chill out together with all the animals around us.
December 31st, 2012 at 1:11 pm
I thought I was reading about my life when I read this post, except we just have a dog, no cats. 🙂