We Talked

We talked.

Throughout the night, neither of us felt the need to pull out a cellphone to see what, if anything, we might possibly be missing. We were not worried about who else might want our attention at that moment. This time was for us.

We talked.

Phones were also not accessed to share a picture or a post or to search the internet for more something or anything about what we were talking about. What could that something be - information? alternatives? someone else’s opinion? something tangentially related? something unrelated but reminiscent in the discourse? Something no doubt a distraction. We were simply content with what each other had to say and what we each were sharing in that conversation. Things like insights, observations, experiences, our own anecdotes, stories, honesty… life.

We talked.

We are aware of the major developments in each other’s lives and have shared some. We know what each other’s kids are up to, how they’ve grown. the issues they’ve faced and how they’ve overcome them. We know of the wonderful opportunities in front of them and their eagerness achieve them. And, we know of the issues we’ll face as our kids do just that.

We talked.

And we listened. Over dinner and a glass of wine. The hours passed. Attentive servers must have come and gone as meals were eaten, plates were cleared and glasses filled. Dessert was denied and the check was presented and paid. And, all the while…

We talked.

We realize in moments just like these, the fabric that is our relationship takes on a few more wefts and warps, becomes more vibrant, stretches to fit the contours of our respective lives. Tears get mended and fraying is overlooked as it reflects living. It may be many more years again before we take this opportunity. But I look forward to it, just because…

We talked.