I love it that my wife and I can talk about anything.
Our dreams, goals, troubles, fantasies, all of our thoughts we can share. We have learned that we have much in common; we have a common outlook on life. We both view things from different angles, but in the end our conclusions are usually pretty close to the same. We can talk for hours, and we can go hours without talking. We can look at each other and just burst out laughing, for no apparent reason. We have fun in our marriage, and have learned to laugh at ourselves and not take ourselves too seriously. I remember one time not too long ago, we had just stepped out of the shower, and we continued our conversation that had begun in the shower. Well it was winter and I had the window open a crack so as to not let the steam build up too much. I could feel the cold air on my wet skin as I stepped out, and looked at my bride and could see her nipples getting hard from the cold. Now remember, I was talking seriously about….ah, something, I don’t remember what, and she just broke out laughing and pointing. I thought she was going to hit the floor. I knew without looking, what she was getting such a charge out of. I looked down anyway to find that my penis and balls and reverted back to about the size they were, over thirty years ago when I was 12.