Saturday, May 26, 2012

Making His Move

I tell him, at the hotel the night before the wedding, that he could've gone to play with the boys.  i don't mind working in our room with the TV on in the background alone.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to take a shot, i could have said 'no' but i want to go to bed soon," he tells me as he crosses to the window.

"We're old.  We're one of those old married couples," I sigh.

"Yeah.  A kid does that," he agrees.  A pause, "Aw, look at that old married couple sitting on the bench."


"Yeah, come see."

And i do.

"He's making his move," he tells me.

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