My husband was in the shower this morning when I had to sneak in quick. I took a peek at him in there to see if he was alive because it seemed he’d been in there longer than usual. I watched him just standing there, arms crossed, under the force of the streaming water on the back of his neck. 

This seems like a waste of water and time to me. In and out I go. 

He likes his water: Lakes. Pools. Showers.

Once he knew I was in the bathroom with him, he said, “Boy! You were OUT last night! Snoring away like Father Keiselbach! Hee hee.”

“At Camp Corbett?” I asked, smiling. (I needed a good sleep. It was good to have it confirmed.)

“Yup!” he replied. I giggled.

“Now there’s a guy who could tell a story around a campfire.” I added.

“Yes. he sure could,” I could feel him nodding his head smiling as well.

My heart warmed at the fondness of this sweet remembering.

“He was such a good man – always a smile on his face, so happy,” I continued.

“Yup, he was one of the good ones,” he replied. We were quiet for a moment.

I completed my bathroom duties careful not to run the hot water and give him a shock of cold and I left him still showering, standing there while the residual memory of a priest from our childhood church hung with me as I filled my coffee cup. My heart felt open, loving, full.

I often think about how often a fleeting “remembering moment” will occur between my husband and I. They leave me with a dose of gratitude, not just for having known the person at the heart of the experience or the experience itself, but in the shared memory by both of us, having been together all of our years. We do not plan these quick trips down memory lane, they happen spontaneously – in the bathroom, while watching TV, driving in the car. 

Maybe it might be a good idea to be more intentional about bringing up memories, we could call it “Remembering Time”.

Purpose: For the shared medicine that reminds us of a life well-lived. And that we’ve each got each other to help remind us of that should we forget.

I’m doing the 31 Day March Slice of Life over at Two Writing Teachers along with many other fabulous teacher-writers and others who just wish to challenge themselves to 31 days of writing and sharing with the world. If you’d like to read a few lovely posts from others, head over to today’s entries!