But, Tammy, he is a classical guitarist. Would that not crush him and send him into a deep depression from which he may never recover? After all, he has invested 28 years into mastering the guitar.
Have we talked about the worst thing that could happen barring death? Check. Do I think he would recover? Absolutely. What would he do?
Why, he would talk to the animals. Of course he would. While my husband’s identity is anchored to the guitar, he has a penchant for all things mammilian, reptilian, and ornithological. It took me a while to realize this.
In the early years of our marriage, I was only able to see him avoiding animals. He is horribly allergic to cats and very allergic to dogs, so much so that two long visits with these furriest of friends landed him in the emergency room. Now that we are able to walk five miles every morning, I see my husband in a whole new light.
Back in the days before five mile walks and our own business, we ate our breakfasts in silence and shuffled off to work. Upon returning, however, CJ would receive his daily salvo about all of the wrongs of my day – curmudgeon coworkers, brazen bosses, and the piles of work that awaited my attention. He, on the other hand, saved his tidbits of misery for an hour or so before bed. In between these woeful conversations, we ate and watched TV.
Fast forward to the day after I left public school teaching because my own health crisis forced me to quit or, quite possibly, suffer irreversible damage to my body. Ah, the drama. But that first day of my new life, I noticed something. Silence, beautiful silence. I had nothing to bitch about. On our now daily morning walks, I noticed a sky, the trees, and birdsong. He noticed all these things and much more.
At the beginning of a relationship, everything is absolutely stunning. Oh, you love to toss your socks on the floor when you take them off. So cute! Toilet seat up or down? You choose! I love trying not to fall in! Everything the other does is magic.
And so it was once again ten years after our I-dos. As the weeks passed and morning walks became our new norm, I noticed the man next to me. I noticed that he spotted so many animals. Mind you, we live in the fourth largest city in America. Although we are fortunate to own a townhome near a beautiful subdivision lined with trees which borders a bayou, it is not exactly Wild Kingdom.
Or is it?
Hey, the squirrels are so frolicksome today.
Did you hear that mockingbird? He makes so many different calls.
An armadillo. Quick! Over there – in the bushes!
What is that noise? Ooooh. A mama raccoon and her babies!
CJ notices any and every animal. He points out their habits and regales me with stories he recalls from nature shows. I see the possibilities for a nature show or a one-armed alligator wrestler. I hope he never has to make that decision, but I’m here with his next great adventure if he needs suggestions.
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We were interviewed by the lovely Maggie Reyes on Modern Married. Check out the interview here.