When we were dating back in medical school, Nat and I used to study until about 10 pm, then head to the pool to swim some laps. It was a good way to get our exercise in, a good way to release stress, a good way to do something together that we enjoyed.
Stroke, stroke, BREATHE. Stroke Stroke, TURN. Sometimes we’d tread water. Sometimes one of us would hang on the side and wait for the other to finish a lap.
A foreshadowing of our lives together. A metaphor for our marriage.
This Friday night, well over 25 years later, we went on a swim date.
It was a perfect way to end the week—hearts pumping, lungs inhaling, exhaling, bodies turning, treading water, floating and gliding, hanging on the side, waiting for the other to finish a lap.