I brought work home last night, but as fate would have it, I ended up not working. H’s laptop couldn’t read my diskette. I almost moped because I had my heart set on finishing my report last night, but then I thought moping wouldn’t do anything. It was a blessing in disguise. As I calmed down, H turned off his laptop and started sharing stories with me. We both have been so busy we haven’t had the change to just sit and talk about anything beyond the everyday topics (work, officemates, movies, family, etc.). But last night, as we settled in the dining room, I held his hand and he just talked and talked. I listened, and when I talked, he listened.
It made me realize how much quality time mattered. I knew by theory that a couple should always talk, and we do talk, but last night was pretty different. We talked about faith, our beliefs, our fears of the future, our hopes. And though in our hearts we already knew we were doing this, we pledged our support for each other in whatever endeavor each of us takes. It brought us even closer and made us understand each other a bit more.
I’m also thankful we have our own place to live — there’s nothing like settling after a long day’s work in a place you can call your own. No in-laws running around, no parental units to be aware of, no siblings to grab the remote control. We talked for a long time, just the two of us, in our dining room. And though we continously talked, it was a quiet, peaceful time for both of us. And to think we wouldn’t have had that kind of conversation had I worked on my report all evening.
Hi! I'm Toni Tiu,
and I've been blogging at
at Wifely Steps since 2003. This started as a blog to help newly weds adjust to married life. It has evolved into a home and parenting blog. I write about things close to my heart -- good eats, good reads, family, marriage, and the little things that make everyday happy.