Lasting

A conversation while Sarah and I were driving up Highway 95 in Maine on our way to Bar Harbor:

“I wonder how these trips are going to be when we’ve been married twenty years, or even ten years.” I said.

“Oh, we will never last that long.” She quickly and casually responded.

Silence.

Sarah looked over at me, confused, “What?” Then after a slight pause, “Oh, oh, no. I meant with the trips, not with us. The trips aren’t going to last that long. Our marriage will though. Don’t make that face. Oh, no. The trips, not us. I simply meant that we’ll have kids at some point and then we won’t be able to take these trips for awhile. Not us. Stop making that face.”

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, but things just don’t seem quite as sure now.