Team Sport

I'm coming to believe more and more every day that life is a team sport. Once I believed I could traverse this existence well enough alone, subsisting on my own energies and wisdom. Now I can't fathom living that way. That isn't to say that I believe solitude is a bad thing, but rather that both solitude and companionship have their place, and that either exclusively usually leads to trouble.

Today was full of mundane adventures. No work, no school. The most treasured luxury this absence of schedule afforded today was the gift of a long lunch with my babylove. James recently came into the possession of some Subway coupons and, both of us being huge fans of the sub sandwich, we've been merrily munching our way through them. Today we took one of the coupons and instead of getting our sandwiches to-go as we usually do, we decided to sit and just talk. I don't think I've ever enjoyed a sub sandwich quite as much as I did today. We spent an hour and a half just talking and eating. As fast eaters both, James and I rarely take this long at a meal. We're usually rushing off to the park or the movies or to play a game. To spend a solid ninety minutes lingering over sandwiches, conversing through the weighty and the insubstantial in a meandering fashion, was so lovely. It was doubly refreshing because it's the first semblance of a date we've been able to eek out this week because of the ice. Just sitting with my darling, enjoying sandwiches we didn't make ourselves, eating at a table I wasn't going to have to pick up later, simply enjoying being on the same team as someone so out-of-this-world...my favorite.
I think as long as the both of us remember 1) that we're on the same team, 2) that the team we're on is bigger than the both of us, and 3) that the stakes of this "game" are just as real and high as the rewards, then we might just make it through this thing.