But there is one thing that has caused so much stress in our marriage, and that is our dishwasher (I have addressed this before, but this time there is a happy ending). I am very good at loading and unloading the dishwasher, and Becca is learning to be good at it as well. It is not something we can do TOGETHER...
It was not a conscious decision. Somehow, we both happened to be in the kitchen, and for some inexplicable reason, we simultaneously started UNLOADING the dishwasher...together. I barely breathed; not wanting to shatter the magic. Mugs. Plates.
She handed off glass container lids. I put them EXACTLY where they go. Silverware. Cups. Bowls. Unconscious; in the zone. Tinkers to Evers to Chance; Astaire / Rogers; Laurel / Hardy. Bam. Total focus and finally...empty. We breathed.
Unbelievable. An entire dishwasher; unloaded TOGETHER. I picked up a dirty dish and started to correctly put it on the top shelf, but she gently pushed me away and shook her head...
Baby steps. Never too old to learn something new.
Happy day, world.
|Jonny, Meilani, Marc Guipilan|