When my husband and I first started dating we were out at some generic restaurant chatting the night away. In between bites of food I remember looking across the way and seeing an elderly couple eating their meal in complete and utter silence. At that moment I thought to myself, “I hope that is never us. May we always have something to talk about.”
Fast forward a handful of kids and a whole lotta life later to this past Friday night when we were able to escape said life for a few hours and go on a date night. We had about an hour drive ahead of us to get to our destination and we spent most of it in silence.
18-year-old me would have been mortified.
39-year-old me was anything but; I found myself encompassed in peace and comfort and energy and calm.
Uplifted in stillness.
As I sat in the passenger seat next to my husband feeling the warmth of his hand in mine, I flashed back to that old couple I had seen so many years ago.
I mean, I don’t know maybe they were in mid-fight punishing one another with the silent treatment or maybe they didn’t have anything left to say to each other. Or maybe they lived so much life together that comfortable silence was a gift they offered one another.
No forced laughter.
No witty comebacks.
No trying to be clever or funny or prophetic.
No worrying that they were too much or too little.
All wonder directed towards the awe of what they had overcome together.
Allowing each other to exist in the company of the other while soaking in the present moment.
What a privilege it is to be able to sit in my husband’s company, in complete silence and feel completely seen.
Sometimes it feels like if we don’t have anything to say or anything to give then we don’t have anything to offer. But, I want to gift this reminder that there is healing power in our presence. While words matter, sometimes the greatest comfort we can provide one another is sitting together without any.
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