I wandered today. After attending a bridal shower north about 40 miles, I meandered back home over the course of about 4 hours. Window shopping, taking scenic routes, listening to music, and avoiding coming home to do homework. Yup, even 40-somethings don't like homework.
While I was gone my husband rallied the troops and got the lawn mowed and the bathroom cleaned. Now I am sitting here blogging at his big fancy 27" inch Mac and he is off to see a movie with a friend. Tag teaming. We do that well, and still manage to spend lots of good time together. It is a good system we have. Not that we haven't had to tweak it here and there over the past 23 years, but we work well together. Funny thing is that he has had to ask me to slow down and remember him more often than I have had to ask him to do the same. He is naturally more attentive to me. I don't know that I thank him often enough for his love and affection.
While I type I am listening to my recording of Landslide from my jukebox in the sidebar. It is fitting. Time makes us bolder. Kids get older. We get older. And part of that getting older is that we say what we need, from each other, and from others too. I also think some of the getting bolder is manifest in letting certain things go. Meandering can be a hard thing to do sometimes, when I allow tasks to take over. But today I made way for a little wandering, and it was good.