I'm writing to you a someone who will be late for something. Because, really, I'm supposed to be getting ready for something instead of sitting here. And yet....
Yesterday, I tried to think of something that my hubby and I agree on and I couldn't think of anything. So, I gave a pop quiz. "Name something we agree on," I asked of him.
There was a long silence and I watched his face change to a look of amused bewilderment as he admitted he couldn't think of anything either. We don't like the same sports, the same pastimes, the same food. We don't agree in politics, the ramifications of news items, or how to spend our money.
We agreed that we compromise in our choices because how could we not? We live and work most days within an arm length of each other. We are extremely close physically as well as emotionally. Is it true that opposites attract? Who knows? But after 22 years we're still together and having a pretty good time.
It took us several minutes and some conversation to come up with some things we agree on and by the end of the day, we had three:
1. We love each other.
2. We have the best grandson in the world.
3. I am always right.
And, now, we can agree I'm late.