Monday, April 23, 2012

Directions

I've gotten pretty sentimental lately. Which is very unlike me. I feel deeply and strongly, but the definition never quite fit: "feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia in an exaggerated and self-indulgent way." Until recently. I've found myself recollecting fondly memories from my dating, engagement, and wedding, and Josh and I find ourselves thinking and talking about how much we really do like each other and enjoy hanging out.  Which is really cool. Since we have spent TONS of time together, both working in our 730 sq foot apartment all day every day. If we didn't like each other, I don't see how this would have worked. Last night, I got the opportunity to be sentimental about how good Josh and I really are together.
It rained all day yesterday. Cold, hard, windy rain. What I like to call "Syracuse Rain", since that is how it rained all the time in Syracuse. (I hate it - it gives me a headache, but Josh likes it - because its like someone "turned the lights down"). We had dinner plans with a dear friend, who lived about 35 minutes away - a trip that involves the Beltway. I have no real issues with the Beltway - sure, at first it was confusing - inner loop, outer loop, 4-6 lanes of DC craziness, but its manageable. After dinner, it was dark, raining hard, and because of construction, a bit hard to see where to go. We were coming up on what I thought was our entrance to the Beltway, so I directed Josh to enter. He obliged, only to realize a second too late that I WAS WRONG. So very wrong. But, he didn't yell, grumble, or even try to make me feel bad. He laughed. So I laughed. Because we have a history of this. It's something I do - think I know where I'm going only to discover that I HAVE NO IDEA. And, after being married for almost 4 years, Josh knows that he can't trust my directions. So we don't. Doesn't mean that I don't *try* to give out bad information, but Josh knows not to take it. And its ok. I'm wrong 99% of the time, but he doesn't make me feel bad about it. And I get sentimental about how awesome he is and about how good we are together, and good stuff like that.

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