I used to lament that my mother didn’t include me in meal prep, No matter, I married a traveling salesman, so nightly meal prep wasn’t necessary in our realm. Besides, cooking for one is not fun. Lean Cuisine and other frozen meal makers sufficed for me. A favorite: Stouffer’s lasagna.

But, there’s a more pithy lack: “Nobody ever told me I’d hold another person’s sense of self in my hands, that I’d have the power to both build and destroy the life I now shared.” Ah, the marriage wisdom of that phrase..

No worries, my spouse and I reciprocally nurture each other’s hearts, minds, and spirits. As they say, “we make beautiful music together.” Our likes and dislikes harmonize well.

Honestly, I can’t remember life without him… 

We have the muscle memory for how to share space that evolves from living together. we navigate our smallish kitchen when we make meals together. Neither steals the covers when asleep. My hand fits inside his as we walk companionably in our neighborhood and elsewhere, Each one’s cadence in sync in spite of his height being six inches taller than mine. Not exactly “joined at the hip” as the popular cliche states… we are not Siamese (wink-wink).

Each of us gives more than we take.

Here’s the poem by Kahlil Gibran that was read at our wedding in my parents’ living room. On Marriage –