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It’s an easy accident. Just a bump really. The kids hardly notice over the sing-song gadgets snuggled in their laps. Even so it’s a call to the police, a jam in the schedule, a later night to bed then planned.
Then it’s a meditation on the habits of being human. Namely, love.
“Why did you call Daddy?” Ivy asks. I say it’s because I want to let him know what’s happening, but when I think about it, long after the girls have gone on to deeper subjects (think Shrek in the bathtub), I realize it has more to do with us at large.
Relationships form patterns. Their own cadence and expectation. Who do I call when something doesn’t sit right? My husband. He knows how to talk me down or chill me the fuck out. I’ve known him for more than half my lifetime and I honestly don’t know what I would do without him. I made up my mind a long time ago I’d probably go it alone. People are everywhere, but they’re incredibly hard to find.
Your turn: Who matches your pattern?
Lucky you.
Sometimes, very much so. Others, I’m getting my car smashed into at busy intersection.
I’m going it alone. One day I must learn not to ‘read the last page’ and must blog about what I mean by that. I was convinced the person who matched me when I was younger needed to be in my life forever. I refused to go out with him as I was convinced we would break up and I needed him in my life(crazy logic I have going). Fast forward through other relationships and a jealous partner which meant I couldn’t keep hold of the friendship and my match is not here.. How well that one worked..
I’m sure he found his match somewhere. Glad you’ve found yours and had the sense to marry him. xxxx
Lynne, what a story, but you know, I don’t think I really clarified exactly what I meant. I have my husband, but really, I was thinking about whoever it is that gets our first calls–friends or family or partners or mates. You’re an amazing lady. If we weren’t clear to the other side of the ocean, I’d be thrilled to be picking up the phone to you at the other end!
This echoes my heart.
XO
Well, in cases of extreme emergency, we usually contact our spouses first, but in cases of minor emergency , think standing alone in a dressing room staring at yourself in the mirror “is this dress ugly or cute I can’t tell” we text each other photos for immediate assistance.