For SLAM!ME Round 7 |
The First Years Our early married days were perhaps the best days of our lives ... Eating macaroni and cheese (the kind from a box - generic, not Kraft) five boxes for a dollar adding lunch meat ham for Sunday dinner. as we stepped over homeless people in the city Worrying myself sick with each charge put on the Visa - wondering how we were ever going to pay it off and pay the electric bill - or should we pay the gas this month? My father's sage advice - it's only money. Clipping coupons from the Sunday paper, purchased with quarters hoarded like precious diamonds and driving to five different stores to redeem them - proud of saving seventy five cents for the liquid detergent so that now we have enough quarters to do our laundry. as we stepped over homeless people in the city Timing phone calls to California with a watch that seemed to move faster than ordinary time - with rushed "I love you's" to family when the allotted fifteen minutes was up. Stealthily plotting out the Saturday garage sale route, excited to discover what treasures had been cast aside by the rich and famous of that ivy league town. as we stepped over homeless people in the city Arguing over money and spending and worrying about the future, wondering how we'd keep our heads above water - ending with kisses and assurances that we were in this together. Sharing pot-luck suppers with friends with lots of tuna and egg noodles - the evenings capped off with laughter, guitars, and worn-out board games because we couldn't afford a movie. Our early married days were perhaps the best days of our lives ... For through them all I never really went hungry I always had a roof over my head clean clothes to wear someone to love someone who loved me. Hard times? I was truly blessed ... more so than most of the rest of the world. |