I finished the first book of my own writings, then looked at the clock to find that it was going on four thirty in the afternoon. Small wonder that I was so hungry, I had missed lunch all together and it was almost dinner time. I entered the kitchen moments later only to see my darling husband already working on dinner.
“There you are,” he greeted me, “come here I need a hug.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, I responded likewise.
“What are you making?” I asked.
“The same thing we've always made as our first meal in a new place, spaghetti and meatballs, and French bread with cheese.”
“That's right, we couldn't have it last night because of the party so now we're here.”
“Sounds like you have everything in order again.” he responded.
I smiled and nodded, “I'm getting there. Thankfully I have you to keep me sane in the weird transitions of life.”
“That's my girl.” Willard said, kissing my forehead.
“You know what?” I asked.
“You love me?” he answered.
“You know this game?” I laughed, “You know what else?”
“I'm cute.” he laughed back.
“You do know this game!” Yet another joke or game between us that I had to rediscover and it was fun. I looked at me as a man who was completely head over feet in love. I smiled, then almost cried.
“Oh no, what's wrong hon?” he asked as he put his arms around me again.
“Everything is just so perfect. The house, our life, you. I couldn't possibly be happier or ask for more.” I cried. He laughed and gave me an extra little squeeze before letting me go. He had to attend to the pasta water at this point, and I had to wipe my eyes.
“Hey,I got a bottle of your favorite wine to go with dinner.”
“You did? You really are the best.” I smiled, then kissed his lips.
“I have everything under control here. Do you want to set the table?” he suggested.
“Sure. What do you say to christening the China?” I inquired.
“I wouldn't have it any other way.”
“Better and better.”
Dinner tasted great and the conversation was wonderful. He told me about his newest project and I let him in on my having spent the day reading my old journals. We laughed and everything seemed very normal. It was as though we had always been this way, and we had lived in this house forever. This was the start of many new things for us, the opening of another chapter to our lives. It seemed strange though that for the first time we were celebrating our final move and the anniversary of the first day we met on the same day. For dessert we had chocolate chip mint ice cream, as was our tradition for the day we met. This had been my choice of treat at the social where we were introduced.
As we cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and dessert, we had yet another one of our famous conversations that helped to build our marriage into the fortress that it had become. To add to all of this Will turned on some Frank Sinatra for them to dance to when they finished up. Over the years it had been Willard's thing to sing along with old blue eyes for my entertainment. When I was down or for the sake of celebrating our good fortune, Will and Frank would sing for me.
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