The intimacy of marriage.
I was sitting with one of my best friends, musing about how we’ll all be celebrating our 7th anniversaries in 2008, and it struck me that my marriage has just been getting better every year. We’re committed to each other, and we’ve found out that we really meant it when we said “I do.”
One of the many things marriage has taught me is that the definition of “intimacy” extends waaay beyond sex. Actually, being intimate with my husband means knowing every little detail about him, getting to the point of anticipating his thoughts and actions, and learning his routines.
However, one thing that I wish we knew less about each other is our…ahem…bodily functions. And believe, me, even with only two of us in the house, we have a surprisingly large, umm, quantity of them. There’s probably a direct correlation between that and the amount of Mexican food we eat.
I took the liberty of creating a graphical depiction of our conversation topics, and it looks something like this:
As you can see, discussion of sex rates even below finances and household activities. But to be honest, sex doesn’t usually require a whole lot of conversation. You would think that going to the bathroom wouldn’t, either, but there you are. It’s WAY more exciting to talk about the fact that the Chinese food I ate is now out of my body 2 hours later, than to talk about, say, doing the dishes, or how Martin Luther revolutionized Christianity.
I just can’t wait until we have a child. Think about all the poo we’ll be discussing THEN! 