It is easy to let things slip away.
Being a parent, being an employee, being a friend all demand chunks of time, energy and attention and being a partner sometimes gets shoved to the back of the bus. Then, for whatever reason, the connection seems distant, flickering instead of roaring and one quick, caustic remark becomes the communication of the day. The rest of the time now spent together herding individual or handed off responsibilities until the sigh becomes the sleep and the next day begins.
Laundry becomes homework becomes boys weekends becomes cocktails after work becomes raking the yard becomes groceries becomes no time left for each other. To do anything much less share the laughter or intimacy needed to cope with the often madness of today’s success by acceleration life.
And now here we are. December. The best worst month of all. And here I am, putting my foot down, carving out dedicated time every day to just sit and talk and fall in like with each other again.
And now a full upcoming weekend, to socialize with friends together, on the same side of the room hopefully. To loll about and sleep and eat and sleep for two whole days in our own space. Then watch movies, make love and go back to sleep again.
When we were away for a year in Australasia, the one thing we told each other we would never forget was how luxurious and important this much dedicated time together was.
And it was, it so so was.
Well, I forgot, and I am about to start making it up to her right now.
Good for you, Jason. 🙂
lucky woman and lucky man 🙂