I threw on some sweats, grabbed a favorite t-shirt and a thin jacket with pockets. My hair was a wreck but I didn’t really care. Spending time with my husband was good as we headed out to a favorite place. Walking beside him I smiled inwardly when I noticed our steps to fall in unison. We didn’t converse much and I was okay with that.
I have known my best friend for many years now, but he can still be such a mystery to me despite our familiarity. I wondered at his quiet thoughts. I am fascinated when he holds my hand in silent love. I restrained myself not to stare at him in my curiosity nor did I give voice to my questions. It was enough to just walk beside him.