Bear and I wanted to go out and about today so we don’t kill each other from cabin fever, and I have overdue library books, so we decided to take the bus down to the little downtown Modesto area, return the books, and window shop. It’s a gorgeous day today, so we checked the bus schedule and headed out.
Too bad the bus schedule was wrong. Apparently the bus only comes on the hour on Saturday’s, so after sitting there for 40 minutes we decided to come back to the house, eat lunch, let Bear change his shirt because it’s so gorgeous out it’s too warm for long sleeves, and try again at 1.
This didn’t phase us much because it’s a beautiful day, we’re out of our apartment, and for once it didn’t cost us any money, so I was still in a great mood despite the minor setback. I was smiling along, enjoying the sun with my big strong man’s arm around me and I just realized that despite the comic tragedies that keep popping up, I’ve got it pretty darn good. Because the truth is, Bear and I have the best relationship we’ve ever seen. I know “Everybody Loves Raymond,” but whenever we watch that show we look at each other and say, “Why are they even married? They don’t even seem to like each other.” And yet that’s the show that the majority of people identify with these days.
When I say we’re best friends, I’m not just saying that because I’m supposed to. I don’t long for girl time, I want Bear to go everywhere I go. We’re joined at the hip. In fact, our idea of a great date night is when I cook a big dinner, and then Bear plays a platform video game while I watch and help him solve the puzzles. We like it because we play as a team. Go Team Dixon! I know. Squaresville. But we’re poor right now and we don’t drink, so we take our fun where we can get it.
We’ve only been married for 6 years in August, and yet in that time we’ve dealt with every marriagebuster short of infidelity. Unemployment? Yup. Moving? 8 times. In-law troubles? You could sat that. Infertility? Uh-Huh. And here we are, more grossly, syrupy, disgustingly in love than ever.
So I turn to Bear as we’re walking arm in arm in the sunshine and I say, “We’ve got it pretty good, you know that?” And here he says the thing that kills the mood entirely.
“In terms of the *connection* we have? Absolutely.”
What?? You’re describing our deep abiding and sustaining love in reality television show terms?
You’re so on the couch tonight, buddy.