I had a recent conversation with my husband. About bikes that we owned when we were first married. Nearly thirty years ago.
We discussed the make and where we bought them.
I then asked, “Sure, but did we use them?” LOL
He said, “Yes, we did!!!! We even rode them down the boulevard to your Nana’s house. You don’t remember???”
I said, “No, I don’t remember.” And I didn’t.
He replied, “Really? She was soooo happy to see us.”
I was thrilled that he had that memory. But it really bothers me that I don’t. It was my grandmother! I know it happened. My Nana was always on our radar. But I just don’t remember this occasion.
It saddens me.
But I guess it’s really good to have a partner. In time.
Just Being Mary 