At My FIL’s Funeral, My 4-Year-Old Was Crawling Under the Table – What He Saw There Turned Our Lives Upside Down
Kids notice things adults miss. My son Ben’s innocent observation at my father-in-law’s funeral revealed a secret hiding in plain …
My husband, Arthur, and I have been together for six years.
We met at a community book club where people came to share ideas about books after leaving their routines behind for an hour. I went hoping for a good discussion, not expecting anything more.
Arthur was there because he’d just moved back to town to help run his father’s company and wanted to make friends.
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“Hemingway’s fish symbolism is about as subtle as a sledgehammer,” he said that first night, making an awkward joke about“The Old Man and the Sea.”
I laughed a little too loudly. “Finally! Someone who isn’t treating this book like sacred text.”
We talked the whole evening, then stayed to help clean up. He walked me to my car, and I remember thinking, he’s either really nervous or really genuine.
Turns out, he was both.
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“I’d like to see you again,” Arthur said, shifting his weight from one foot to another. “Maybe somewhere with fewer literary critics?”
I smiled. “I’d like that.”
We got married two years later.
The ceremony was small but perfect. We just had our close friends and family at a lakeside venue.
Arthur’s father gave a toast that made everyone cry. “To finding someone who sees you completely,” he’d said, raising his glass.