You are Cuter Than GPS
One aspect of my marriage that I truly cherish is the way Darrell and I work together as a team. We accept each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and we work within or around them. What one struggles with, the other one can do with relative ease.
When we are out and about, Darrell is our voice. He is the one who speaks with sales people, hotel staff and other such people. He is translator for me, when needed. And he typical pays – he is better at manipulating debit cards and cash.
Because he has absolutely no sense of direction – he dreams of a global positioning system (GPS) mounted on his wheelchair – I am the navigator, finding our way in unknown places. I lead and Darrell follows right behind. Oh, the places I have led him…!
Last year, while we were in Las Vegas, I was searching for yet another relatively inexpensive place to eat in one of the many hotels that are larger than some cities. Navigating indoors can be harrowing with masses of people not watching where they’re walking, slot machines flashing and ringing, and my eyes stinging from cigarette smoke.
I found an appropriate eatery like I knew exactly where I was going. Darrell came up beside in his wheelchair and said with admiration in his voice, “You’re cuter than GPS!†My heart melted. The frazzled feeling immediately vaporized.
That is what we do for each other.
Now, I am preparing for my trip to Chicago. I leave in one week today – yikes! But I am making this trip solo; Darrell isn’t coming. This trip I will be pulling double duty as the navigator and the voice.
I am busy preparing printed notes: for assistance to get to the washroom on the plane, for help in using the train, for checking in at the hotel, for requesting an accessible taxi. Its not that I haven’t traveled this way before, but I have become comfortable with having my other team member, my partner, my husband beside me. Isn’t that what marriage is all about?
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