This man and I – so many, many miles. He can remember every trip and the reason for it. He can remember if we were hauling our belongings in one of our various moves or if it was horses, hay, or wagons then for whom. Heck, if we were to ask him, I bet he could tell us which highways we were on.
Me? Oh gawd no. I can remember the highlights and that’s about it. He pretty much is my memory. He remembers things I forgot to forget. Ha.
If the question arises if I’ve seen a particular movie and I say, “that sounds kind of familiar…” And providing we saw it together, he knows the right answer. He can even tell me the year we participated in certain horse shows and the names of the horses we used.
Obviously, he could conjure up, out of thin air, any random answer and I’d never really know for sure. Isn’t that a bit scary?
I remember this though:
I remember where I was when I first laid eyes on him.
I remember where we were and which road trip it was when he told me loved me.
I remember where we were and the date it was when he asked me to marry him.
I remember that twenty-five years ago this week I said, “I do”.