The best part is the anticipation.

The husband and I really are getting to be an old married couple.

I realized that tonight as I was ironing. See, every Sunday, the husband wears a suit to church. Every so often (like right now with the dryer broken) I get behind on the laundry and I wind up frantically ironing late Saturday night/Sunday morning.

Every time this happens, the husband tells me to only iron the front of the shirt, not the back or sleeves. He'll just be sure to not take off his coat. And, every time I nod, say, "OK, dear," then go ahead and iron the whole shirt anyway. After all, why not? It doesn't take long to iron a shirt, and I love him and want him to feel free to take off his coat if he wants to. Then, Sunday morning after he puts it on he'll come to me and tell me I shouldn't have and give me a kiss to thank me.

So we did this again tonight, and as I was ironing I realized for the first time that we've established a habit here. I smiled and I thought about how we might still be doing this years from now when we have grandchildren, and how they'll laugh at us for being so weird.

Just an old married couple, full of quirks and silly habits.

I can't wait.