"Naaaaah," We said together. I giggled.
"What so funny?" my husband asked, with that little wrinkle between his eyebrows that only appears when he's confused.
"We both agreed to say no to yet another invitation to go out. Our poor, estranged friends. I feel bad, but it's funny what our alternative is." I smiled.
"Yeah," he agreed, "it's not like we're tired, or have something we need to do that..."
"We do," I interrupted him as I looked down at the baby I held in my arms. He flashed a two-tooth grin as if he knew I was talking about him." My husband smiled too, leaning in to kiss the top of his blonde head, then paying my lips the same favor on his way back up.
"They understand, you know." He said, almost sighing, like he was worried that I was feeling guilty and trying to hide it.
"What do they understand? That we are completely self-absorbed and out of touch with the world?" I frowned, upset at how true that statement really was.
"No, that we are just two 60 year olds in their 20's." He smiled that same sly smile that I carry with me, have carried since the day we met.
I laughed. And laughed some more. Joshua wiggled excitedly in my arms, and began laughing too- thinking it was some sort of game, I'm sure.
"So we're one of those people now?" I smiled because I liked the sound of it, knowing the only person I would ever, could ever, grow old with was the one I was facing now.
"No," he said quickly. "We're two of those people now." He leaned in to kiss me again, and Joshua reached up, grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged.
We laughed our Saturday night away. At home.
"What so funny?" my husband asked, with that little wrinkle between his eyebrows that only appears when he's confused.
"We both agreed to say no to yet another invitation to go out. Our poor, estranged friends. I feel bad, but it's funny what our alternative is." I smiled.
"Yeah," he agreed, "it's not like we're tired, or have something we need to do that..."
"We do," I interrupted him as I looked down at the baby I held in my arms. He flashed a two-tooth grin as if he knew I was talking about him." My husband smiled too, leaning in to kiss the top of his blonde head, then paying my lips the same favor on his way back up.
"They understand, you know." He said, almost sighing, like he was worried that I was feeling guilty and trying to hide it.
"What do they understand? That we are completely self-absorbed and out of touch with the world?" I frowned, upset at how true that statement really was.
"No, that we are just two 60 year olds in their 20's." He smiled that same sly smile that I carry with me, have carried since the day we met.
I laughed. And laughed some more. Joshua wiggled excitedly in my arms, and began laughing too- thinking it was some sort of game, I'm sure.
"So we're one of those people now?" I smiled because I liked the sound of it, knowing the only person I would ever, could ever, grow old with was the one I was facing now.
"No," he said quickly. "We're two of those people now." He leaned in to kiss me again, and Joshua reached up, grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged.
We laughed our Saturday night away. At home.
