Yesterday Ari and I went shopping for shoes because somehow when I got back from Mexico, the bottoms of my favorite shoes fell off. I think it was their way of rebelling against things like civilization and work.
We went to several different places before she finally found a pair of boots that she liked and I found a new pair of shoes to replace my rebellious ones, and as we waited on line to pay for them, something odd happened.
I will forever remember that moment as, The Moment When That Odd Thing Happened.
I was talking to Ari about how my new shoes will impact my personality (probably increasing my coolness by 17%) when the woman who sold me my shoes said to the cashier, “These are for the husband.”
I’ve never been called that before. It sent shock-waves up and down my spine and maybe made my hands start sweating.
To Ari’s credit, as soon as it happened, she knew she had A Situation on her hands, and looked for signs of shock.
I turned to her and stammered, “Did she just call me a husband??? I don’t know how I feel about that. I think I’m getting cold feet!” Of course I was acting like my usual overreacting-self, so Ari took it all in stride and eventually calmed me down. But it was quite the scene.
I know I’m not even married yet, but for intents and purposes, I am a “husband.” I just haven’t done the formalities, like dancing to The Hokey Pokey and pretending not to cry when Wind Beneath My Wings comes on.
Hearing someone refer to me this way touched me in a very real and profound way. It made me start thinking about relationships, and how they can be like the sweetest flower, growing and blossoming into something so beautiful that they are appreciated for a lifetime.
Or maybe it just made me feel old.