I watch him do what he does. Watch him on our walk, stop and pick up a pebble to examine – watch him lean toward a flower to get a closer look. He turns and looks at me, a smile touching his lips and eyes – I can see the wheels turning. I watch him… Jump… right there. My eyebrow raises in question.
“Your turn!”
I know that look on his face so I jump and see him frown, concentrating. He shakes his head and smiles and moves on toward home.
At the table over breakfast he finally explains, “I want freeze time – to freeze a moment.”
I look up from the paper and blink. This is exactly like him and why we are together. Why would an independent woman commit again after three unsuccessful marriages? Because he asks the questions that make me smile, think, laugh, wonder.
I ask why even though I think I know.
“We don’t appreciate the moments and I feel like I’ve missed too many in the blink of an eye. I want to see if I can freeze them to keep them in my memory.”
I try to keep the sadness from my eyes.