A Love Story
So I fell down last week. It sucked because I was already limping. The concrete landing made my limp a bit more pronounced.
The worst part about it is that my wife actually has more of a side tilt as she is on her feet non-stop as Nurse Kathy.
By the end of the work week we strike quite the pose.
That's the sort of shape we were in as we headed down an icy path towards the church door. Our son, Jake, stood at the door, holding it wide open for us to step through. The problem being that we were still a good twenty feet away.
"I'm not gonna' stand here and hold the door for a broken down old man and his penguin wife," Jake said, as he disappeared and let the door swing closed.
True to our nature, my beautiful wife and I laughed.
"Isn't that wonderful?" Kathy said.
And here we sit with another Valentine's Day in the books. Not a single card has ever passed between us on such a day. We don't buy flowers, or any of that goofy stuff.
Yet the limping that we are doing, as a couple, is a testament to the life and love that we've built. There aren't a lot of days when we have to apologize for selfish actions, or nasty comments.
We normally think about the other person before we think about ourselves, and we both put the kids first.
Even if they won't even hold the door open for the broken-down old man and the penguin-like wife.
"Do you know why we're both limping around?" I asked Jake when he got into the car.
"Because you're old as dirt?" he asked back.
"How about because we work hard every day, and go to work no matter how we feel?"
"And you're old," Sam chimed in.
We shared another laugh.
There was no horrible disrespect intended.
We'd rather laugh about it than fight about it.
"Always look for the laugh," I once told Jake.
He learned pretty well.
We all respect one another just enough, and that's a pretty good love story.
Don't you think?
The worst part about it is that my wife actually has more of a side tilt as she is on her feet non-stop as Nurse Kathy.
By the end of the work week we strike quite the pose.
That's the sort of shape we were in as we headed down an icy path towards the church door. Our son, Jake, stood at the door, holding it wide open for us to step through. The problem being that we were still a good twenty feet away.
"I'm not gonna' stand here and hold the door for a broken down old man and his penguin wife," Jake said, as he disappeared and let the door swing closed.
True to our nature, my beautiful wife and I laughed.
"Isn't that wonderful?" Kathy said.
And here we sit with another Valentine's Day in the books. Not a single card has ever passed between us on such a day. We don't buy flowers, or any of that goofy stuff.
Yet the limping that we are doing, as a couple, is a testament to the life and love that we've built. There aren't a lot of days when we have to apologize for selfish actions, or nasty comments.
We normally think about the other person before we think about ourselves, and we both put the kids first.
Even if they won't even hold the door open for the broken-down old man and the penguin-like wife.
"Do you know why we're both limping around?" I asked Jake when he got into the car.
"Because you're old as dirt?" he asked back.
"How about because we work hard every day, and go to work no matter how we feel?"
"And you're old," Sam chimed in.
We shared another laugh.
There was no horrible disrespect intended.
We'd rather laugh about it than fight about it.
"Always look for the laugh," I once told Jake.
He learned pretty well.
We all respect one another just enough, and that's a pretty good love story.
Don't you think?
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