Some weekends, we manage to get the balance just right between things like Little League parades, time alone to go for a long run, and ending the day, just us two, watching a movie together in bed. Sitting down to Sunday morning pancakes, then heading off to church together. Biking a little, making phone calls to relatives, then joining another family for dinner.
Our wants and needs and hopes are ever changing.
Lately I’ve had the thought that at times it feels like we’re circling back, in little ways, toward being the couple we were when it was just us two, but with a greater fullness of connection. As they begin to pull away, almost inperceptibly; closing the bathroom door when they shower, maybe, or playing in the woods beside the house, without a thought of us or what we’re doing, and we sit companionably alone, together.
Perhaps you feel it too. Or have. Or will.