Conversation with My Wife (103)
Yes, of course our marriage still has fireworks! …Oh, that kind?
So, nineteen years ago, Deb and I were standing at the bedroom window of my townhouse near Carlisle, PA, after an afternoon production at the local theater. Fireworks were going off aways north, but from the third story view we could see over the trees just fine. I stood behind her, put my arms around her, and she snuggled into me while we watched.
This year, we were standing at our bedroom window in the house we bought together eighteen years ago. The park less than a mile away was starting their fireworks program. I stood behind her, put my arms around her, and she snuggled into me while we watched.
DEB: I was just thinking…
ME: About the first time we did this?
DEB: We’d just seen Joseph* at the Allenberry and had come back to your place.
ME: Had I given you a closet and a drawer by that point?
DEB: You must have. We’d been serious for almost a whole month at that point.**
And because we’d been spot-watching*** The Greatest Showman that night:
ME: It’s everything you ever want… Everything you ever need…
DEB: And it’s here right in front of you…
BOTH: This is where you want to be.
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*And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
**I understand this sort of thing is a big deal for some people when they start sleeping over, with pomp and ceremony. We were in our forties, it wasn’t as big a thing. Plus I had a closet that wasn’t doing much, and moving my socks didn’t seem like a big deal.****
***Spot-watching is like binge-watching, only instead of seeing three or more episodes back-to-back, you watch your favorite scenes over and over. In this case, with the Sing-A-Long lyrics turned on.
****Never got that sock drawer back, now that I think about it. Probably a little late to bring it up.
