My dream: To spend the quiet part of every evening listening to my husband read aloud to me and my children.
My reality: Spending the quiet part of every evening watching an episode of M*A*S*H.
What happened? I married a man for whom reading can be physically painful, and to whom a book is not relaxing in the slightest. I have obsessed over, worried about, and thought through this dilemma ever since I began to fully grasp how he felt. And only now have I come up with a solution: There IS no dilemma. We can create our own family tradition, and that doesn’t mean adopting my childhood dreams. That means forging together as a couple, becoming one as we create a home…together.
So we have established a new tradition: He reads a chapter aloud for me, and then I snuggle up to my sweet man and watch something with him, and we both fall asleep, together and happy. Isn’t marriage a beautiful thing?