Such was the case last night. I got on the back of Doug's motorcycle and we went for a ride. Not because I love looking at the back of a helmet or because I love the lack of ability to talk in a normal volume. But I did it because I love Doug and he loves riding his motorcycle. He has been riding on two wheels for as long as he can recall and I've heard how he received a tiny motorcycle on a stand by the time he was two. Personally, I prefer driving in our van so we can glance at each other and carry on a conversation without the wind being louder than our voices. But for an hour or so as I sat behind him, it gave me the opportunity to remember our dating years, when we did a lot of riding and a lot of driving in the '67 Mustang that somehow turned into an engagement ring.
I don't always have the deep desire to ride the motorcycle but I know that it means a lot to Doug and that's what's important.
Happy Monday. May you and your marriages be blessed.