Falling In Love
FdM and I didn't get much work done at the office today. That's ok, though. Neither of us was actually scheduled to be there today.
He took me out for lunch. I had feta and spinach crepes. It was really good.
After lunch, we went back to the office. And spent most of the remainder of the day just talking. And I mean the remainder of the day. It was dark out by the time we headed home.
We had a really good talk about our feelings, about my kids, about our likes and dislikes, about what kind of people we are. FdM is a very special man.
And I told him so.
He is concerned about the state of his health, and our age difference. He is 12 1/2 years older than me, and has heart problems. He may only have another 10 or 15 years left, and he is concerned about me being widowed before I'm 60.
I have told him several times that I've thought about that. I also pointed out that I could be hit by a drunk driver on my way home tonight, and he would never see me again.
He said he would never forget me.
I've told him a few times now that my grandmother married a man 10 years older than herself when she was 63. For some reason, I haven't told him the rest of the story. I meant to. I better email him while I'm thinking of it.
GM married BG 4 years after grandpa passed away. BG was 10 years older than GM. At the time, I couldn't understand why she would marry someone that much older than her... especially at her age! Well, after BG passed away 19 years later, I was talking to one of my aunts. She told me what GM told her once.
GM was very happy with BG. When they got up in the morning, they each made their side of the bed then went into the kitchen together. BG would set the table while GM made breakfast. They would eat together, then each take their dishes to the sink. GM would wash the dishes and BG would dry them and put them away. Then they would walk into the living room together.
The key word in this story is together.
Together, they made the bed, prepared meals and cleaned up. Together was their life.
Why do people get married? Because they want to spend more time together.
They had 19 years together, plus the two or three years they were courting. They were happy together.
And that is what is really important.
FdM and I didn't get much work done at the office today. That's ok, though. Neither of us was actually scheduled to be there today.
He took me out for lunch. I had feta and spinach crepes. It was really good.
After lunch, we went back to the office. And spent most of the remainder of the day just talking. And I mean the remainder of the day. It was dark out by the time we headed home.
We had a really good talk about our feelings, about my kids, about our likes and dislikes, about what kind of people we are. FdM is a very special man.
And I told him so.
He is concerned about the state of his health, and our age difference. He is 12 1/2 years older than me, and has heart problems. He may only have another 10 or 15 years left, and he is concerned about me being widowed before I'm 60.
I have told him several times that I've thought about that. I also pointed out that I could be hit by a drunk driver on my way home tonight, and he would never see me again.
He said he would never forget me.
I've told him a few times now that my grandmother married a man 10 years older than herself when she was 63. For some reason, I haven't told him the rest of the story. I meant to. I better email him while I'm thinking of it.
GM married BG 4 years after grandpa passed away. BG was 10 years older than GM. At the time, I couldn't understand why she would marry someone that much older than her... especially at her age! Well, after BG passed away 19 years later, I was talking to one of my aunts. She told me what GM told her once.
GM was very happy with BG. When they got up in the morning, they each made their side of the bed then went into the kitchen together. BG would set the table while GM made breakfast. They would eat together, then each take their dishes to the sink. GM would wash the dishes and BG would dry them and put them away. Then they would walk into the living room together.
The key word in this story is together.
Together, they made the bed, prepared meals and cleaned up. Together was their life.
Why do people get married? Because they want to spend more time together.
They had 19 years together, plus the two or three years they were courting. They were happy together.
And that is what is really important.
posted by Tempeste at Monday, April 09, 2007
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home