Attention to detail isn’t everything . . . but it is something more than just anything.
For almost 38 years, the love of my life has been training me. Probably not in the way you think. She hasn’t brainwashed me. She hasn’t nagged me into submission. She hasn’t presented me with ultimatums. Or bribed me. Or threatened me.
Just slowly, surely, she’s pointed me to things she likes — and things she doesn’t. And when I’ve forgotten, she reminds me. Lovingly. Kindly.
What have I been trained to do?
When I try to make a list, there’s not much I can recall. Our lives together have become so entwined that I have trouble seeing where she ends and I begin. That’s a great feeling.
An even finer feeling is when I find myself doing something that I know I wouldn’t do had it not been for her and knowing that I will probaly always do it because of her.
Tonight, as I wrote a note in her Valentine, I thought of all of the holidays we’ve shared and the many notes and cards. When I finished penning my thoughts, I slipped the card in the envelope. And as I have done for years, I folded the flap over and tucked the edge in.
We don’t seal cards we give to each other. I don’t know why.
I wrote the date on the flap. I hid the card for tomorrow and look forward to receiving my envelope in the morning. My card will be hidden in an envelope with the flap tucked in. I don’t know why.
But knowing it will be that way gives me great peace.