The real magic of the evening happened after the concert. We end each of these concerts by going out to dessert. Alex's dessert is sometimes a burger, fries, and ice cream...but most of us just dessert. So as we are walking to the car, someone asked where we should have dessert. Because it was getting so late, I said, "How about Applebees, right across the street?" Brad nodded his head and said, "Okay".
Flash forward maybe 2.21 minutes, and we are pulling out of the parking lot. Brad blows right by Applebees. "Where are you going?"
His response? "I don't know. Where do you want to go?"
So I told him that we just had this conversation and that we were going to Applebees. "No, you didn't say anything about Applebees." Ugh. My blood pressure begins to rise just retelling this story. So then we go back and forth with the "I said this, then you said this." "No, you never said anything about Applebees." Annoying doesn't even touch the surface of my feelings about this type of conversation.
And we have them frequently. He swears I never said anything about...whatever...and I assure him I told him and that he responded. And then he gets frustrated with me because I remind him of things and he feels checked-up on. And I feel a little distrustful of his follow-through, yet resent having to ask the follow-up questions. And around and around we go, me feeling more crazy with every passing "you never said that" conversation.
So we pull into the parking lot of Applebees, still discussing the phantom conversation that he doesn't remember. From the backseat, Alex pipes in, "Actually, Dad, you did respond to her when she suggested that. She said (_____) and then you said (______)."
Brenna: "Yes, I heard you, Daddy."
Beth: "Yep, I heard it!"
And with that, a chorus of angels began to sing above my head! FINALLY I had witnesses that I said something to which he responded of which he had absolutely no memory! I cannot tell you the relief I felt. And Brad had a great realization that maybe I wasn't crazy after all. At least not in that way.
It's a good thing that I love this man so dearly.
I love you, Brad. I said, I love you, Brad...
And it's a good thing we have these three musical marriage refs to keep us in-line.