There was a time when I had in my care and possession a very large horse. My dear husband expressed an interest in having a go at riding the large beast and so I took him at his word, tacked the gelderlander up and sat my husband on his back. As I led my horse down our track, my husband looked awkward and unnatural. His comments about the peasants beneath him implied he was enjoying the regal height from which he viewed the world and expressed the uncertainty he was experiencing. I was trying to instruct him in a hobby I love, and it was funny.
Today, the roles were reversed. My dear husband was instructing me in a hobby he loves. I felt as awkward as he looked on the back of my big horse. But it was fun.
We had set the day aside as a family day with plans to do something all together. However, our offspring have reached an age where they are off busy, working, doing this, doing that or seeing friends. Their independence is ever increasing. It is the season we are in. So it was just my beau and I who took to the rocks. And you know what? It was so lovely, with all the flavour and charm of our early days of courtship but also with the depth of understanding years together bring.
We celebrate 20 years of marriage in a couple of months. What a great time to embark on new adventures together.