Saturday, February 13, 2010
Acing The Test Of Time
What's today? Friday? Yeah, so it was on Wednesday when the boss and I went to Costco to gather up all of the gear we are going to need for "Shorts Stack's" first birthday party tomorrow. Sodas, snacks, sandwich platters ordered, cake ordered, candy for all of the kids who will attend and whatever else we loaded in the basket. None of this matters, nor does any of it have to do with the point of the story other than to give purpose to our visit in the first place.
With all items purchased and dent deeply pressed into the bank account, we followed the herd toward the exit. In front of us, the boss notices this old couple holding hands. "Oh my God, how cute are they?" she asked in a pointing without actually physically pointing tone. I am a football watching, beer drinking, places that itch scratching, nose picking and flicking kind of guy, as I have mentioned before. So I don't find very many things in life to be "cute." But Holy shit, Batman, she's right. This was pretty damn cute. Which got me to thinking. What are they smiling at each other so intensely about? Perhaps one of them said something funny. Perhaps they are just so in love with each other that they just can't help but smile. Maybe they were excited about going home for a quick afternoon rendezvous (it could happen.) Whatever the reason, and whatever you want to call it, seeing them together made me feel comfortable or all warm and fuzzy if you will.
In a world where people get divorced as quickly as they drop off their dry cleaning. It was nice to see that some people do stick together and love each other even after a lifetime of underwear on the floor, empty toilet paper rolls left for someone else to replenish, and toothpaste tubes squeezed from the middle and not from the end.
In April, the boss and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. A mere drop in the bucket compared to some, and a major feat for others. Watching this old couple completely enjoy being with each other, I couldn't help but smile myself. I hope that in another 40 years, we will have aced the test of time and that the boss will still let me hold her hand.