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Mind readers

When I was a little girl, my parents used to fight a lot. I mean, a lot. Screaming matches that would end in tears and with my dad frequently yelling at my mom, “What do you expect, for me to read you mind or something?!” coupled with an exasperated expletive. I would hide out in my room waiting for the storm to pass, hugging my pillow and pray to God that one day I would find a boy who would read my mind so I would never have to fight with someone quite like that.

The years passed, and with them, a doomed relationship here and there. Some fighting. Even some screaming matches. Not surprisingly, some of those arguments would end with, “What do you expect, for me to read you mind or something?!” coupled with an exasperated expletive. Of course. And in my mind, I would say, “Yes, yes, that is exactly what I want.”

Be careful what you wish for…

It is at times eerie how completely George and I read each others’ minds. We can be sitting in the middle of a group of people and have a conversation. He knows the exact moment of the day when I am praying. We more than finish each others’ sentences: we say the same exact thing at the same exact time nearly 50% of the time. We have called people out of the blue at the same time in the past. We think of someone at the same second in the day on their birthday and wish them a good one. He always knows what to say and what not to say and how to deal with anything that comes our way. When something difficult comes up, we’re always automatically just present in one way or another. It’s almost as if we’re one person. I am grateful every day to share this bond, this connection, and this love with someone so amazing.

And… I think I might just like this being married business. 😉

P.S. As George read this and commented “Claro!” (of course in Spanish) I, in another part of the house entirely and before receiving the message texted him saying “Of course!”. OF COURSE!

April 20, 2009   3 Comments