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Quality Time

Yesterday morning was one of those rare moments that my husband and I were able to stay in bed and spend quality time together just talking.  I call it a rare moment because for most of the 36 years of our marriage he has worked the evening shift.  I am always in the bed when he gets home from work and most of those times I am also sound asleep.  When I get up in the mornings, he is always asleep.

On yesterday morning there was nothing pressing that either of us had to rush and do.  For some reason he was awake at the same time that I was and he just wanted to lay there and talk.  (Surprisingly, nothing more either).  Trust me when I tell you that both things were certainly out of the ordinary for him.  I must admit that I appreciated this side of him but it caught me a little off guard.  I did not have time to plan for it so I could not focus like I should have.  Even though nothing was pressing to do, I still had things to do.  With one clock in clear view to the left of me hanging on the bathroom wall and another one to the right of me on my night stand, I found myself glancing repeatedly watching the time go by.  I tried hard to ignore those clocks and what the passing time was saying to me, but it seemed impossible.  The more he “shared” the more I thought about my cell phone that had stopped working the day before and the fact that I needed to take it in to be repaired or replaced.  The night before I was relieved that I would not have to pick up two of my grandchildren from school today but now I wondered if I would be called to pick up another two.  My mind remembered that I had a bill to pay that I could not let slip past the due date and I also needed to reorder checks because I was down to just two.  And finally I was trying to convince myself that it was okay to miss a day from going to the Y.

After more than an hour of talking about past, present and future things my husband started drifting off to sleep.  I eased out of bed and I am pretty sure that he was not aware at all that my mind had been to Sprint, the YMCA, and a couple of other places without ever missing a beat of conversation with him.