AFTER 40 YEARS â—½ MARRIAGE
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We were recently at an event and someone noted that my husband and I were dressed in the same color scheme, and then they asked, “Did you do that on purpose?” I quickly replied, “No way!” I would never try to match my husband in what we wear – nowhere and no way! I then thought it might be fun to share some of the things about us that might be quirky or make you laugh. Not dressing alike is one of them. Those t-shirts that match husband and wife – not for me!
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Hope our funniness makes you laugh or wonder, or just smile at how couples are so different:
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We never use the words “honey” or “sweety” or “babe” – and I’m not sure why. But those terms of endearment make me choke. We call each other by our given names even in the most closest of moments, and that’s endearing enough for me! Perhaps it’s the part of me that detests a lot of things southern…who knows.
I go to coffee shops with him, but only to smell. I can’t stand the stuff. He makes it every morning, starting with the grind. Then I watch him heat it and reheat it over and over, while he works. And I don’t understand the attraction. But I’m glad he loves it…I truly am.
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Jon enjoys shopping with me, and here’s why. He enjoys looking at the way the stores are made, designed, and decorated. He especially loves Anthropologie, and he notices things I would never had seen, because I’m focused on the products! Anthropologie decorates their walls in the most unique ways!
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When we take walks, Jon again notices the architecture along the streets or the way the sidewalks are made, or electrical poles and such. My mind is full and cluttered and I want to complain and discuss life, but I’ve learned that his way of walking is better, and more relaxing and the best. I’ve learned that I can learn from him, and settle my soul.
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We never go to bed separately, but we do wake up differently. I’m up before dawn, while he sleeps longer. And at night, we watch the news and sometimes King of Queens, until we laugh. Then we turn off the television. It works. For us.
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We have different ways of driving places and getting there. His directions are full of compass directions and he takes completely different routes than I would ever take. He parks in parking spaces I’d never choose. And the off-feature on our new car where it turns off at red lights annoys him. I want street names when I get directions, I want direct routes, and I choose parking spots away from others…and that new feature on our car doesn’t bother me one bit.
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Neither of us enjoys traveling away from each other with the guys or the gals. I’m not a gal crowd kind of person, and he’d always rather be home. It works for us. At night, I want to be near him and he near me, and it makes us happy.
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Sometimes, when we’re getting dressed in the morning we find each other’s gaze and embrace and dance, just a little. Maybe we’re half dressed, he has on shoes and I don’t, there’s music playing or not, and the steps we take on the bedroom floor set the path for a good day.
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And finally, I’m the channel surfer, not him. He’d sit and watch one channel, all the commercials and be just contented as ever. I can’t stand commercials and switch the channel constantly. It probably drives him crazy, but he never complains.