Ritual Confessions

March 12, 2008

What are the odds?

Filed under: Uncategorized — elissakaren @ 3:20 am

My cousin from New York was in Portland today. I hadn’t seen him in over a year, and he’d never met Charlotte. He had no means of transportation, so I picked him up, brought him back to Vancouver, and took him with me to Montessori when it was time to get Lottie. We all spent the later part of the afternoon together at a child-friendly cafe, and then I dropped him back off in Portland. It was about 5:30 when I was finally heading home along 205 North. On the bridge to Vancouver, I happened to glance in my rearview mirror, and directly behind me was a male driver who appeared quite physically similar to my husband.

Damn, but that guy looks like Nick, I thought. I slowed so that he would come closer. The resemblance was even more striking. But there’s no way. No way it actually  is Nick. No… fucking… way… but yes. It is. It’s Nick.

I lifted my hand and signaled to him, watching his response in my rearview. He nodded and waved. Apparently he’d realized before I had.

This was rush hour traffic. There were thousands of cars on the road. We hadn’t spoken since the morning, hadn’t coordinated our trips back to Vancouver in any way. It was surreal. It hardly seemed possible. It was incredibly sexy.

Near our house, he got stopped at a red light and I went on ahead, reaching our driveway about a minute ahead of him. I pulled up to the end of it and parked, then thought better of it. Hadn’t he spent the weekend rigging up the garage doors to open at the touch of a button? I re-started the car, backed up, and pulled into the patch of dirt beside the pavement. I didn’t want to ruin his fun. Sure enough, his visible delight at pulling into the driveway, opening the garage by remote control, and moving seamlessly through the open doors was priceless. It occurred to me that, one small gesture at a time, I’m becoming a better wife.



  1. Isn’t it wonderful that the love gets deeper and richer as time goes on?

    Comment by Shawn W — March 12, 2008 @ 4:00 am

  2. I like that you’re willing to fold his laundry because it’s just nice to do it and that you let him pull into the garage like that. Very thoughtful. I’m quite sure he will be appreciative.

    BTW, I could tell you a story about seeing my husband right behind me on the freeway many years ago. But he wasn’t alone. That’s how I found out.

    Comment by Corina — March 12, 2008 @ 4:30 am

  3. Tag

    Comment by Shawn W — March 12, 2008 @ 7:28 am

  4. Oh my goodness, Corina. How did you maintain control of the car?

    Comment by elissakaren — March 12, 2008 @ 5:49 pm

  5. Elissa, the only reason I didn’t run my car into his (he realized who I was and sped up to pass me up then took an off ramp at the last possible second) is because all three of my kids were in the car with me. I had to maintain a sense of normalcy. It was about a four hour drive home from there. It was a long, long four hours. I just sort of went numb.

    Comment by Corina — March 13, 2008 @ 4:09 am

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