Last Saturday night, LCB and I sat on the couch, listening for the sounds that would signal that all three kids were finally in bed. LCB attempted to cultivate a romantic atmosphere between us by pouring me a glass of wine and talking softly. I made his job easier by only half paying attention while I read.
I multitask to a fault sometimes.
I donâ€™t know, maybe this irked him or something, because then he did something that just didnâ€™t really fit with the ambiance he was attempting to invoke. I wonâ€™t say what, because thatâ€™s not really the point here. All yâ€™all with significant others know about these moments, and whether your sweetheart suddenly decides to pick her teeth, mention a school fundraiser he volunteered your services for, discuss a political issue you sharply disagree on, spill tomato juice over new carpeting without a proper display of remorse, or belch like thereâ€™s no tomorrow, it doesnâ€™t really matter much. The â€œmomentâ€ faces a serious setback.
I thought about what he did for a second, and then, without looking up from my book, I said, â€œYou know you make it harder [to feel romantic] when you do that.â€
â€œI donâ€™t know why,â€ he said, cloaking his voice in faux-innocence.
Without pausing, I answered, â€œAnd that fact also makes it harder.â€
We both dissolved in laughter, and he voiced proper admiration for my wit. During moments like these, I decided, I feel super-married. Not long-married, though our ability to interact this way has developed over time, but super-married, where we can rock and high-five our way through just about any situation. The Latin prefix super- means above or beyond; thatâ€™s just about right, I think.
And because I am super-married, moments later, I leaned back next to him and told him I almost felt like Iâ€™d gone up in my own estimation because of my clever remark. I asked him if that ever happened to him. He said yes, and something that sounded, underneath the muffled laughter, like â€œfrequently.â€ Wordlessly, I hopped off the couch in search of a pen to write it all down, wanting to remember our exchange when I wrote about it later.
He didnâ€™t need to ask why Iâ€™d left or what I was doing; Iâ€™m pretty sure he already knew. After all, he is super-married.
Happy Valentineâ€™s Day!