I lay with my right leg straight towards the end of the bed. My left leg bent to the side; my knee all the way to the edge of the bed.
As we whisper about our day, I realize that my husband’s body is the mirror of mine. His left leg stretched to the foot of the bed; and his right leg bent at the knee.
My right arm rests on the bed between us. His left hand rests on top of mine.
Our conversation comes to an end, we say “I love you,” and roll over. He rolls to the right, and I roll to the left. Our backs touch and our minds drift off to sleep…
Our motions are opposite; our images are mirrors.
When we argue, he fights with anger. I fight with tears. We fight to prove the other wrong, to eventually come to a compromise.
When we discipline, he’s quick with a firm hand. I’m quick to raise my voice. The goal is to teach our children to obey their parents and to learn right from wrong.
When we cook, he uses lots of spices and stands over the stove. I’d be content to throw some garlic on the chicken and toss the pan in the oven. We cook to provide nutrition for our family.
His job is that of a soldier, and calls him away from home for months on end. My job is that of a mom and a wife who stays at home. Our goal is to provide a better life for our family.
Our actions may be opposite of each other.
Our thoughts and opinions are rarely the same.
But our goals, our dreams, and the bigger picture are always in sync.
We want the same things out of this life. We want happiness. We want to give our children more than we had. We want to be together. We want to raise our children in a safe, and loving environment. We want to succeed. We want to grow old.
At the end of the day, when I look in the mirror, I see my husband.
No matter how much we argue, disagree, or just plain do things differently- we’ll still lay in bed, side by side.
Perfect mirror images of one another.