Marriage is a Lifelong Conversation

Or: Damn I love my wife.

Photo by Harli Marten on Unsplash

When my wife and I were close friends but before we were a couple, we lived together in a roommate situation. One of the many perks of living with her as a close friend was that I would often come home from my job at a grocery store and hang out with her for a while.

That particular job was in the produce department, so my shift started at 5 a.m. That generally meant I was home around 1:30 or so from a long day of standing in a cooler cutting up fruit for the various early risers, night owls, runners, and health-types who would be in a grocery store between 5:00 and 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday and wanted some fresh fruit.

(It also meant that I got to see the sunrise on my drive to work — a perk I both miss and don’t miss at all.)

Well, when I would get home from an exhausting and often frustrating day, I would often find her on the couch with her cats, doing some sort of hand craft or just watching TV. Generally, I would walk in, sit down, and start talking with her about work. Generally, we would sit and talk for an hour or more, often for several hours until we both got hungry. Sometimes I would lay out on the floor next to her and talk until the exhaustion set in and I would fall asleep next to her.