It was her marriage anniversary. She was in her bedroom, thinking what she should wear. A red dress knee high, or a black backless dress. Finally, she decided to wear her husband’s favourite pink dress. Her favourite actually means his favourite in this context.
She is married with two kids, and thus had many other things to do other than polishing her nails and powdering her nose. But today, after a long time in their marriage, she and my husband were going out. She didn’t know where they were going and what his other plans were.
She stepped out of the house asking her neighbour to watch over the kids for one, or one and half hours. Now she was walking down the street when she heard the horn of a car. She turned back and saw her husband. She went to the car and stepped in.
A smile was on her face and on his own too. He planted a kiss on her cheeks which he didn’t do much. He took her to a park and asked her to have a walk with him. Then he stepped out of the car and held her hand. They were walking and everyone was looking at them like they were the only couple in the park.
They sat on a bench until it started getting dark. Lights got on, and the evening never felt so romantic.
“Ah, after a long time we are here,” her husband said.
“Yah” she said, seeing happiness on his face.
“You know honey, when I first met you here, I thought that we will spend hours just talking and looking in to each other’s eyes,” he said and went on, “I remember the moment when we first met. But I didn’t know that I would have to work for us – our kids and you. Nor that you would be busy too with all the work in the house.
“Love doesn’t mean just spending hours with each other,” she blurted, almost ruining the moment.
“You are right, but still I thought that we need some time alone, alone outside our bedroom” he said.
She agreed with him quickly. And then she started thinking, making love in the bedroom is not everything in a marriage. There is something more than that; and this time alone in the park with my husband was that ‘something more’.
They both became very quiet. They were still holding each other’s hands, memories of their marriage running through their minds. He leaned into her, and kissed her under the sky. He wanted to spend the whole night, just sitting there and kissing and talking more and more. But she could not forget they both had duties, so she asked him to get back home as our kids would be making so much trouble for our neighbour girl.
They were soon back home. They were so happy. And they knocked on the door and the neighbour girl opened the door.
The kids were running all over the house.
“Mrs. Will, I can’t handle your kids anymore. They broke my favorite pencil,” the neighbour girl said in her sweet voice.
“Awww! I am so sorry honey. I will buy you the new one, okay.”
The girl was 14 and watching over her naughty kids was really hard work. She asked the girl to join them for dinner.
We all had dinner. The day was good; evening was better; and now the night was best.
The neighbour girl soon left.
She put the kids in their bed, and walked into her bedroom. Her husband was waiting for her in there. As soon as he saw her, he said, “I love you.”
But she already knew this. Love was always there. It’s just they don’t have time to say it after every minute; but it had never meant they didn’t love each other.