When I married my boyfriend who is now my husband….
….he didn’t talk much.
I didn’t mind at all.
You see….I talked enough for myself and a small country with a string of Pacific islands.
And after all….I think talking is a little overrated when you have sparkling brown eyes that twinkle and extra muscles….
….and a smile that could melt the ice around the ship stranded right now in Antarctica.
After we got married nothing really changed.
I was still talking.
And his eyes were still twinkling.
But over time….he perfected the art of the one-liner.
You know….the perfectly worded phrase said at exactly the right time in exactly the right way that makes the conversation stop…..
…..and everyone listen.
Kind of like EF Hutton with dimples.
The other day we went for breakfast.
It was one of those days when you’ve just finished walking and the air is cold and the coffee is extra hot….
….and you want to order one of every item on the menu.
And so we ordered burritos stuffed with everything but the kitchen sink.
And there we sat on that crisp December morning with the cold air blowing outside and the coffee warming our hands.
I munched on my burrito full of jalepenoes and pepperchinis and hot sauce and vegetables with my legs swinging and my hands waving and a stream of consciousness conversation drifting across the table.
Like….”Why do you think they added that molding over the doors like that?”
And…”What do you think about adding a giant world map upstairs?”
And….”What if we started making our own honey?”
And on and on and on.
And as I talked…he sat quietly and listened with a nod every now and then in all the right places….
….smiling at me as if I were the most interesting conversationalist in the world.
All of sudden….I paused mid-bite and looked at my jalepenos and looked back at him and continued my random conversation with the question…..
….”Why don’t you like to eat anything hot?”
Those amazing brown eyes twinkled at me over the top of a mug of coffee.
He paused for a moment.
And then he smiled and said in that deep strong voice with a hint of a drawl….“Jalepenos and hot sauce are overrated. The only thing I like that’s hot….
That is all the talking I ever need. 🙂
Happy, happy New Year’s to you and yours. 🙂