(No, not THOSE three words)
My eyes snapped open, and I blinked twice.
Somewhere in the distance, my alarm was ringing. I crawled out of the twin bed mattress which my wife and I had been sleeping on. For reasons I don’t feel much like getting into right now, it laid in the hallway, not supported by box springs or a frame.
We had one pink blanket to share and one pillow each.
My phone read: 5:53 A.M.
In a few minutes, I needed to take our friend to the airport. She would be heading back to Dublin soon.
“Are they all scheduled?” I thought to myself.
“Yes, they are all scheduled,” I answered. “Besides, you can’t change anything now.”
Squinting in the dark and trying not to make a sound, I clumsily rose and stumbled to the kitchen counter. I shoved my keys, wallet and phone in my pocket.
Before I headed out the door, I heard a voice:
Kate is not a morning person. So when my wife emerged from her cocoon and called me back to bed, I expected her to ask about paying a bill.
I expected she might request coffee.
I wondered what she was going to remind me of a promise I made— gas bill? Electric? Unclogging the kitchen sing again? My mind raced. What had I forgotten?
Instead, she pulled my ear down to her mouth and whispered:
“Happy launch day.”
Marriage is not held in very high regards today. I understand why. For too long it has been abused and mishandled. It is easy to see the pitfalls.
In my life, though, it is an anchor in a swaying sea. My wife holds me when I am low and pops my ego when I get too high. America worships individualism to the point where many of us are alone. Despite my flaws, she is my unconditional teammate.
She is invaluable.
At Kate’s request, I will not post a picture of her. Instead, she suggested our cat, Amadeus.
He is so pure
I love you, Medium.