As I was driving to work this morning, I was watching a couple in a truck behind me. I can only assume that they were married, because other than the obligations of work and true love, I can’t imagine being awake that early. I also spied the wedding band on the dude’s finger. But the interesting thing was is that neither of them were talking. The chick, who was hidden behind big, dark shades mostly stared out her window. The guy was focused on the driving, his gaze never deviating from the road ahead. It takes nearly 5 minutes to actually get on the 8; most of the time, you are sitting at a stand still on the overpass and the ramp, patiently waiting, until the light lets you pass like a bouncer at a nightclub. But in that five minutes, not a word was said between these two. Lips did not move. Looks were not exchanged. And it makes me wonder; is this what we have to look forward to in marriage? Getting so sick of someone that we can’t converse? Knowing everything we need to know about the other person that there’s no reason to talk anymore?

Oooh, sign me up! And that was sarcasm, if that didn’t come across.

I truly hope the future holds more than silence.