The conversation from our vacation started as we drove from our house in Maryland to Dulles Airport. Dulles was the main airport in Washingon DC for many years. The Ronald Regan National Airport is a much newer addition to the landscape. I have, over the years landed in both airports, but Dulles by far many more times than Reagan. We started our conversation as we drove to the airport. It is an easy conversation, one that has 29 years of inside jokes but also 29 years of connection to go with it. It is the conversation of those married. It never really ends, but it does take time off.
There are days, or sometimes weeks, when we have to manage the world around us, to finish our work life or day to day existence when the conversation lags or disappears. But when it starts again, it does not fear nor it, each time restart at the baseline — it, where it stopped the time before. The conversation of our marriage always left in one place and resumed later in that same place. Getting in the car in anticipation of time away from the world that pressed upon, presses us into pancakes, we suddenly resumed the conversation where last it had been.
An affirmation of the magic of marriage. An affirmation of the many things that are possible when you have time to remember and time to share. I often wonder, like my parents, my wife’s parents both did the same thing. I am carrying on a conversation that spans years. Is that a par of the relationship itself? That conversation never begins or ends. But is ever-present between us?