I am reminded of this after watching Noel and Jessie's first Christmas together- so cute I pinched my own cheeks. It's not like Matt and I have so many more holidays under our belt, but we seem to have very quickly made the transition to being Old People. Let me explain.
This week Matt and I were both sick. I was managing the colorful symptoms of Corral Attack in Mexico (still)- which somehow transitioned into gastritis, how old am I?-, and Matt picked up a respiratory thing while we were flying. He actually took 3 days off work to sleep. Between the two of us, we've been eating nothing but soup and toast all week- although I managed to get back to work a bit by Thursday, mostly to avoid Matt's germs. We take turns bringing water and raiding the medicine cabinet, very romantic.
Last night at bed time, it was my turn to go to the medicine cabinet- a round of Advil for the house! Matt only ever takes one Advil at a time ("It says to take the lowest effective dose"), and he usually pours out a handful of my mixed Advil TM and Kirkland Ibuprofen so he can select one of the candy-coated pills. I don't. Crawling back into bed, I passed him his one Ibuprofen. He looked at it and, just as I had my mouth full of water and pills, says "Why do they even make these without candy coating? They taste like mud. Why would anyone want to take mud pills when they are sick?" I almost shot water and pills out my nose. And then I had to try to make him laugh while he took his pill.
It reminded me that one of my favorite parts about being married is laughing just before I fall asleep. And this made me optimistic that we'll keep laughing even when we are passing hearing aids and fiber supplements back and forth to each other.
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I like this: our house has a lawn now, and every time some teenager or another rides by on one of their wheeled contraptions we give them stern glances and practice saying 'get off my lawn' at each other. In preparation for, y'know, *real* old age.
-N
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