Last night, while James and I were out to eat, I noticed a spot on his lip and asked him about it. “I told you about that,” he said as he went on to tell me how he had even asked the ear surgeon about it at his last check-up as it was the same size and color of the spots that had been removed from his ear. “It’s just a little blood blister. I just have to keep an eye on it. We talked about this,” he assured me. I didn’t remember any conversation about it, not even him talking to the surgeon about it. But, it isn’t the first time I haven’t remembered something lately, though, so I didn’t think too much of it.

A little further into the meal, James commented on the chicken he has chosen as part of his entrée. He was quite impressed with it and urged me to try a bite. “I had that when we were here last year,” I reminded him. “Remember? We liked it so much we tried to copy it at home as well.” He assured me he didn’t remember any of that, but enjoyed the rest of the chicken none the less.

As we continued to eat and talk, I had to chuckle. Sometimes, I worry that as we age as a couple and as our years together stack up, we will eventually run out of things to talk about, especially during dinners out such as this. I worry that we will be this old couple, eating in silence, with nothing meaningful to discuss anymore. But as our conversation continued, I realized I had no reason to worry. James and I will always have things to talk about, even if it’s just repeating conversations one or the other of us has already forgotten and I expect we will both be blessed by these small moments of forgetfulness for years and years (and years!) to come!