We’d been together for quite some years and probably followed a “typical couple” path. You know the kind, a constant need to be together in the early days, meeting the families, petty arguments, first Christmas, moving in and so on. This kind of path should not be trivialised.
To walk along it and not stray or tire, you still have to be brave.
All things are important and special, in their own way. They help a couple learn and hold close all the little details that really matter.
Some of these details might not set the sky on fire but they will continue to burn, if you keep your eye on them.
As the years start to roll, waves of successes and failures wash your life. Making an effort not to get swept away is a must. The odd gift or slightest gesture can bring all those special moments, flooding back.
The ‘His & Hers’ hooks were a gift. A gift that had been lying in a drawer for years.
Even though they were the easiest of things to put up, I hadn’t rushed to get the hammer out and we couldn’t decide where they should go.
There were already hooks on the back of the bedroom door and the wall wasn’t right for them. No space seemed like the right one.
It hadn’t struck me that the hooks in the bathroom were there when we moved in and were to none of our tastes.Within seconds, they were down. A few minutes later, ‘His & Hers’ had found their place.
I put ‘Hers’ on the left as I don’t really have a need for mine. ‘Hers’ would be better away from the handle and the lock.
When I stood back and looked – ‘Hers & His’.
I asked myself dozens of times if I could stand it.
A betrayal of my OCD.
A sacrifice for practicality?
A sacrifice for love?
All of the above.
That is love.