From my observations of other married couples I find I am unusual. I do not hang out with the guys, nor do I have a weekly “guy’s night out.” I don’t spend hours on weekends in front of the TV watching sports. In fact, during the school year, I have very little time for TV at all, which is no real loss as there isn’t much worth watching in any case. What seems most unusual about me–though I’m sure those that know me well could suggest any number of ideas–is I like nothing so much as being with my wife.
I like going places with her and doing things, even if it’s only grocery shopping. I push the cart and walk, slowly about 15 paces behind her, because she’s erratic, and charmingly so. Her attention flicks from item to item; she picks up items and reads labels, almost decides, puts it back down, picks it back up, and so on. She accelerates, then brakes in a millisecond, even backs up from time to time. I just watch and smile and adjust. Thirty-six years after our marriage, she still catches–and holds–my eye. Every little trip is an adventure.