And the sooner he admits it the better.
Every single book I've ever read on marriage has always explicitly informed me: You will need your sense of humor in marriage. Coincidence? I think not.
Yesterday, we had a bit of a skirmish. (And, yes, I take literary license with the word bit. In reality, nothing in our life comes in bits but bursts; never diminutive, always dramatic. Which is mostly always hardly ever never his fault.) It threatened the calm between that we had treasured of late. Because we both had opposite opinions about a looming decision, we were stuck at a stalemate, both aggrieved by the other's choice and secretly hoping he/she would acquiesce.
He/she would not.
We parted ways, him to football, me to sleep on our day of rest, meeting over dinner where furrowed brow still met determined gaze. Even so, I got his scowl upturned over silly banter and goofy faces with the kids.
Later as we cleaned up together, I smothered him in my best bear hug, whispering, "I still love you, I'm sorry, I want to be united with you on this..." I felt him begin to melt a little in my arms, nodding his agreement, resolving to make this right. Until I finished my humble and effusive proclamation with, "...so this is how it's gonna be...!"
He pushed me away then, aware now of the tomfoolery tucked between sincerity, but not before I caught a glimpse of the smile crevicing the same face where too told his unbelief in eyes rolling in exasperation. All the while I pulled him back, laughing in self-congratulatory praise, relieved that the ice had thawed, grateful for the breaking of light over our moments of threatening gray.
That night I teased him with my daily inquiry, wondering aloud if I was getting too strong, what with my recent acquisition of a gym membership and thrice weekly visits there. He answered per his usual, pinning me to my back, challenging me to break free in an impressive show of strength.
As per my usual, I succumbed to him, letting him think I really couldn't release myself from beneath almost 200 pounds of muscle and masculine pride.
That's right, I humored him. Which if I'm not mistaken is almost kind of surely sometimes maybe perhaps like being funny, no?