Hi people. I see you. Hey, don't call me creepy.
So me and Nate are really different - and that’s ok - because diversity is good in the workplace (hey, don’t tell me that marriage isn’t work). I provide a fresh perspective on all matters related to napping and deliciousness, and he likes to share his knowledge and experience in the areas of working out and avoiding “bad carbs” (blasphemy). We couldn’t be more different in this regard, but we do always manage to meet somewhere in the middle between “That donut isn’t good for you” and “Are you crazy? Don’t tell me what to do.”
It’s like a clash of the titans!
We’ve been together for quite some time though, so something’s working.
Anyway, we were on a planned trip to Vegas visiting family,
which happened to fall on the same weekend as our 20-year high school reunion.
I was so sad to miss this event, especially since high school played such a
huge part in our life/love story. It’s where it all began. Man, how is it that 20 years have
gone by though? How am I two short steps away from 40 when grade school seems like just yesterday? Oh,
time – you tricky bitch.
Must one go to school to become a latte artiste?
Looking back, it’s hard to believe I was once a girl who was
SO afraid to eat an In-N-Out double-double
in front of him that I threw that piece of heaven in the
trash on our first outing. What a
crock of doo-doo. I don’t even remember when all that dainty-like stuff stopped and my
true self emerged, but I’ve gone on to consume thousands of burgers in his
presence since then, and he’s never once said that this isn’t what he signed up
for. Likewise, I still accept him even
though I had no way of knowing that a burning flame of love for pure Mexican music would grow and become the playlist for every road trip we'd ever go on. With a solid defense of “Would you rather drive?” whenever I try changing the station, I am kept in my place. Yet, for all of our differences, we work. For all
the times I've made him drive us home from hours away just so I could relieve myself in the comfort and privacy of my own bathroom, or forced him to take the fall for an
inopportune fart, he’s stood by my side.
He sure loves these guys. No offense, but I prefer a little Motownphilly myself, thank you very much
Nate’s asked me on a few occasions if I have any regrets about us, or if
I would go back and change anything along the way. I don’t like this line of questioning
because the universe does not allow such a luxury. It’s
torturous with our circumstances. OF COURSE there are things I wish I could
change – I’d give anything, do anything, say anything to have Ligaya here alive
and well and eating burgers with us. I would trade places if I could. But since death remains
immutable, I would not change the course of our river – not one moment in the history of us - because
each and every experience at their precise times along our walk together led us to the point of her creation, existence, and now memory.
My most favorite picture of us
So, sure, we're different, but we do work. It’s often messy, but that's us. What's cool is that I
can even read his mind and say what he’s thinking at the exact time he’s saying
it out loud! Ok, not really, but I like to pretend just to freak him out. It’s an easy
trick - I just mumble and make up words at the same time he’s talking:
Nate: I was in this meeting today and we were discussing the financial
impact of...
Me: …meeting today discus throwing finances impassse dog
Nate: Are you speaking in tongues again?
Me: Are you spanking a ton of men?
Nate: Stop it. That’s really...
Me: awesome?
See, we complete each other. Ok, so maybe we don’t finish each other’s sentences, exactly, but there was this one time in the car, during a blessed moment of radio silence, when we suddenly burst out singing the same line of the same song that was silently playing in our heads. Just like that. I honestly can’t remember what song it was, but I remember the moment, and I wouldn’t change that for anything.
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