Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Half Our Lives

Jeff and I went out for the combination Valentine's Day slash Birthday supper tonight (pasta Tuesday at Boston Pizza). He is going to be 40 on Thursday. Which means I am not far behind. What? Who said that?!

While we were chowing down on some fabulous pasta (I had seven cheese ravioli and he had Italian penne) we got to talking about feeling old, or not, and the number of years we've been together.

We've now come to the point in our relationship where we have been together for more than half our lives. I've always known he was the most important person in my life. And it may sound cliche but he is my best friend, it's also a good thing he's my husband because honestly no one else would put up with me and my drama. The man has already taken care of me through three major catastrophes and all the minor ones (real and imagined) in between.

But to actually contemplate "half our lives", it some how seems surreal. It's amazing how time plays games with us. We're always in so much of a hurry to get to where we want to be then when we get there we are surprised that it's over and are wishing for more time.

It was an interesting evening. We filled ourselves with enough pasta for two while we talked and still had enough for leftovers. Then we popped over to the pet food store to pick the cat up a water dish before going home. That's right, an old married couple at forty. Well, him, not me. I still have a ways to go and if time is on my side it won't happen for a few more years.

This picture of us was taken over the winter holidays after a hike in a provincial park that shall remain nameless, not because I don't want to reveal its whereabouts but because I can't remember the name of the bloody thing. And no, that isn't a sign of old age. It was beautiful and we just finished having a good laugh at my expense because I did a face plant into a pile of snow covered rocks. Balance also becomes an issue as we age.