I was inspired today to write something and it’s about time.

My mother explained to me today how much her and my father are talking. All they do is talk. They talk so much they forget where they are driving too. When out to eat she says it’s almost annoying when interrupted by the waitress. I asked what they talk about and she said “I don’t know, we just can’t stop talking” I thought, how fucking nice. That you can be with some one every day for 30+ years and still have things to talk about or even want to talk to them. They must really like one another. My main wish for everyone is that they find someone whom they can share the things that they wonder about and they love talking to.  My parents are lucky and I’ve always recognized their love as something special. 

In this old movie Shenandoah (1965) this boy is asking the father for his daughter’s hand in marriage his response…

Father: Do you like her? 

 Boy: Well, I just said I… 

Father: No, no. You just said you loved her. There’s some difference between lovin’ and likin’. When I married Jennie’s mother, I-I didn’t love her - I liked her… I liked her a lot. I liked Martha for at least three years after we were married and then one day it just dawned on me I loved her. I still do… still do. You see, Sam, when you love a woman without likin’ her, the night can be long and cold, and contempt comes up with the sun.