The man and I are coming up on thirty-seven years together this summer, thirty four of them as married folk, proof that I was born lucky. That was us, back then.
This morning, he put two eggs in a pot to boil for his breakfast. I noticed that one of them was the cracked egg that I had put back in the carton yesterday, when I was choosing an egg to cook for myself.
"You took the cracked egg," I said.
"Yes, so?"
"So that's why I love you, because you give yourself the cracked egg from a box in which all the other eggs are whole, rather than leave it for someone else."
He looked at me quizzically.
"I avoided that egg yesterday," I explained, "because I'm not as selfless as you."
"No," he said, "it only means you make up stories."
Ha! Which is why you're a writer, I suppose. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a sweet story! How nice of you to share it! You are both lucky in love!
ReplyDeleteThe true love stories you write down and share here are dear to me -- this one in particular as you and your man approach 37 years together! That you were meant for each from the beginning is so clear from your young/old/timeless photos. What a gift it is to witness what makes a lasting marriage. Thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteYou and I- we are the lucky ones in our stories.
ReplyDeleteso, mid-80s? sweet. I would have avoided the cracked egg until it was the last egg. then I'd have cracked it into a dish first.
ReplyDeleteOkay this is 100% perfect.
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I love this story. I love the photos. Love.
ReplyDeleteToo funny. I make shit up too.
ReplyDeleteHe's right! Happy Anniversary.
ReplyDeleteYour husband was sweet to reassure you, because not taking the egg doesn't make you selfish but only concerned about food poisoning. I would do the same as you, and my husband would do the same as your husband did, because he doesn't worry about the same things I do.
ReplyDeleteLove it :o) Happy Anni!
ReplyDeleteA cute little story of your love.
ReplyDeleteThe best story!
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