Now I Don't Have to Talk to You the Rest of the Week

This photo is actually from last summer. Norm worked nights for a week and would come home at 7:30am, drink a beer, eat "supper", and go to bed. :)

Journaled 1/17/12:
He sits at the dining room table. I stand at the kitchen counter. And we talk. Last night we talked for over two hours. We didn’t intend to. But I told him about something sad that happened in our community (and he gave his standard response: “why do people have to drive fast??”). Then he told me about something that happened at work. Then we talked about our crappy (expensive) coffee pot (that he’s been griping about leaking water and coffee grounds forEVER and he told me last night that the plastic part where the water comes out is CRACKED and has been for a long time). And then we’d been home from work for two hours and were still talking.

I washed dishes while we talked. I cleaned up the kitchen while we talked. I reheated leftovers and ate supper while we talked. I repeatedly reminded myself, “don’t worry about the things you need to do, don’t worry about the things you wanted to get done, we won’t always be able to have these two-hour conversations”. And that’s the same thing that kept echoing in my mind as I turned off the light to go to sleep. Someday when we have kids we won’t have the luxury of talking to each other for two hours with no interruptions. And I’ll miss these epic evening-long talks we have.

We have heard a pastor tell couples during their wedding ceremony that research shows couples who talk to each other for at least 20 minutes a day have a significantly lower divorce rate than those that don’t. We always joke after these one- or two-hour conversations, “now I don’t have to talk to you the rest of the week, we have plenty of talking time in”. :)