Coming out of the fog

We went to Barnsley Gardens Resort in Adairsville, GA, just Rob and I. We spent a weekend together relaxing and having fun. We noticed several things about our relationship. More than anything, this weekend Rob and I noticed our differences. We are true opposites.

He likes wearing shorts, short sleeves and no socks. I like wearing jeans, turtle necks, undershirts and knee socks. He likes eating cantaloupe, honeydew, pineapple and grapefruit. I like eating strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries. He enjoys museums, historical markers, plumbing and lighting. I enjoy horses, trails, rivers and lakes. We wondered what brought us together in the first place.

How two people – so different in so many ways – could connect and decide to get married. It made us scratch our  head in amusement. Ah. The fog. That’s what it boils down to – the fog. Lust and love surrounds new couples like a fog. And when the fog clears, several years into the marriage, you become startled. ACK! Who are you?!

We noticed a couple getting married at the resort. Rob and I wondered if we should inform the wedding party of the fog surrounding them. We decided to keep the information between the two of us, and we would let them figure it out on their own. Hopefully, as in our case, when the fog clears and they become startled, they will pause and give themselves time to get to know one another again.

Rob and I have some of the same likes, and we have some of the same dislikes. We like croquet and bocce ball. He likes schooling me in pool. I like schooling him in Scrabble. We find most television commercials annoying. And, we hate fabric stores. (Yes, Mum, hate is a strong word. And, Rob and I have a strong feeling of hate towards fabric stores. This common hate was actually something that brought us together, but I’ll share that story for another entry.)

We’ve been working on our relationship, and we are connecting again. It took some tweaking, but most everything takes some tweaking every now and then. This past weekend seemed to be just what our relationship needed. We’ve come out of the fog; we are laughing, and we are beginning to like what we see. Now, if only we can remember what we learned when my hormones go ker’plunk-ker’plooey again in about – oh – 10 days.

That was my thought on the matter. Your comment?

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