Yep I am a talker from way back. For those that know me this is not a surprise. If there ever was a child making every attempt to communicate from the moment they were born, that would be me. My family and friends would say that I can strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it is with myself. What can I say... I love to talk!
As a child my Great Aunt Minnie owned a small country store. My sister Kathy and I sat up shop at the entrance and would ask for donations as we presented our repertoire of songs and stories. Being that most of the customers were Aunt Minnie's friends, they found it to be entertaining. Most were generous enough to toss a nickel, dime, and sometimes even a quarter into our coffee can bank for our efforts. It was such fun at the end of the day to go into the store and proceed to lavish ourselves with purchases of sodas, candy, chips, fruit, or anything else that caught our eye. In my young mind a STAR WAS BORN! I find myself throughout each day babbling on about one topic or another. I don't think a day has gone by since that I have remained silent for more than an hour or two, and that is usually when I am sleeping.
In my mind, my generations of dialogue was bestowing my gift of gab to the world. Always mindful not to "hog" the interaction, I joyfully invite my conversational partner to select the topic... then off we go on our verbal odyssey.
However, a few months ago, after spending several days away from my darling, very patient husband, I had an epiphany. I had been conversing throughout the day with those I would come in contact with. Many people would just stare in disbelief or simply walk away. I presented them with a plethora of information that I thought, at least in my mind, they would enjoy. I was shocked to say the least! I realized, compared to my fellow human beings, when it comes to the level of my love for the verbal arts, I am more the exception than the rule.
With this revelation I called EJ right away. I wanted to express my loving gratitude of his allowing me to babble from the moment I wake up each morning, until the sandman casts his spell each night . He graciously allows me to go on and on about anything and everything that pops into my mind. In retrospect, my thoughts are often tangential to say the least... BUT he lets me babble, no matter where my mind decides to go, or how many subjects I felt the need to discuss. He never complains, but his loving gaze and heart melting smiles grant me unspoken permission to proceed. After I completed sincerely sharing my feelings on the matter he lovingly looked at me, chuckled, and responded with, "I love you... just like you are. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you to be my wife." My reaction to his response... s-i-l-e-n-c-e
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