Ever have one of those moments that felt... scripted? Like it was something that should happen in a TV show or movie? I did, on Christmas morning, 2010.
My husband and I had finished wrapping the few presents we had purchased for ourselves and the children. It was a meager Christmas this year, though we made sure we got something for each of our teenagers that they really, really wanted. A video game. A how-to art book. A Dungeons and Dragons master book. I had filled the stockings. We were finally ready for bed.
We're not a young married couple, hopping into bed for a little sex before sleep. In fact, most of the time, my hard-working husband is in bed long before his night-owl wife. But on this night, I was as tired as he was, and went to bed when he did. We snuggled under the many layers of blankets and quilts that covered our bed (as our room always seemed to be the coldest in the house). It was some minutes after midnight when we finally got settled. We shared some quiet conversation, a kiss, then rolled over to get comfortable.
Then it happened. In a spontaneous near unison we wished each other, “Merry Christmas.” The humor in the greeting was so apparent, that I chuckled – and so did he. Again, the expression was near-unison in timing, though his was deeper in tone than mine.
The occurence made me think of television dramas and situation comedies, of shows like The Waltons, where the script would require that John and Olivia say goodnight to each other together instead of one at a time. It felt so planned, yet was the most natural thing in the world.
In these days of reality TV, I often think what our lives would look like if there was a TV show or movie made about us. Would we look real or fake? Would we look selfish or self-sacrificing? Would people like us? I might be weird for thinking this way, but I know I'm not alone. So when these little moments come along, I like to tuck them away for the eventual script about the awesome, historic family that lived in my house.