Yesterday was the first time this year, when we drank wine by candlelight on the breezeway. I love such evenings and appreciate that I have them in my life.
During my first summer in the States, we had the opportunity to have these gatherings quiet often. Daniel had been unemployed for a while, and I wasn’t allowed to work yet at all.
We fried sausage, cut cheese, took wine out of the refrigerator and Cracker out of the box, lit candles, listened to unknown to me birds, watched the day fade, and talked.
It is true that alcohol removes the language barrier. After the first half-glass of wine, I would start telling stories from my life in broken English. And Daniel sat and listened, not interrupting or correcting my verb conjugations.
Once I asked him ” Why?”
– I am interested in hearing your opinion/story/impression, not grammatically correct English, – he answered.
Yesterday, May 24, we opened the season. The day was waning. We could feel the cool night air. When will spring come? We put on jackets and hoodies and remembered how those cozy candlelit gatherings back then, 6 years ago, helped us get to know each other better.
-You must have trusted me a lot if you weren’t afraid to come, – Daniel asked.
The question took me by surprise. I don’t even remember what it was: trust in him, self-confidence, or suddenly awakened from hibernation adventurism? Probably all together. After the harsh school of life, I believed in my ability to adapt in almost any situation. I wasn’t scared at all. New relationships intrigued and gave hope for simple female happiness, no matter how banal it might sound.
I am afraid now because of the new uncertain reality.
So I want more of these cozy evenings by candlelight with wine and conversations about life. Talking to my husband is something worth getting married for in my opinion.
What is important to you in a relationship/marriage?
