Yesterday at lunch, Wizard and I were talking. I honestly can’t recall what we were discussing, but I can pretty much guarantee sarcasm was involved. Around here, sarcasm is a second language.
But what I can recall was that Wizard was taking a drink of water when I said something and he laughed, then choked (mildly) while still laughing.
It made me feel AMAZING. And later, I thought–wow were about a year and a half away from four decades of marriage, and I still get that glow when I make Wizard laugh. Or he makes me laugh.
We aren’t the most romantic couple with huge gestures, flowers and sexy vacations. But we can make each other laugh, and in the long run, I think that is the best kind of romance…and the most lasting.