Married for 48 Hours

I think it could be a reality show. That's about how long Scott are together each week. And into that 48 hours we must crunch everything the normal married couple accomplishes in 168 hours: love, fights, business, kids, relaxation, long talks, little quibbles. Ours is an ADD relationship on Red Bull. If we argue, we don't have time to stay mad at each other. Messages and 'to do's' must be rattled off rapidly like a secretary with an impatient boss. Cuddle sessions have to be scheduled. Sure we talk on the phone during the week. I update Scott on how many times Sawyer has pooped in the toilet or how cute Arden looked when I picked her up from daycare. We share a few of the highlights from our own days at work. But, we rarely have the energy for long phone conversations. It's definitely not what I had in mind when I said "I Do," but that's the thing about marriage: You never really know where life is going to take you. All you can decide is who you want as your copilot. Even if it's only for 48 hours.

p.s. The photo is circa 2002, when we still thought we were "just visiting" Virginia.