Mike? Yes, Carol?

Ever watch The Brady Bunch? I always loved that show: Peter, with his “changes”; Cindy, with her lovable lisp; the AstroTurf out in the backyard where Joe Namath threw Bobby the game-winning TD.  So many wonderful TV moments!  HA!

One of the things that really stuck with me though, (and I’m being totally serious here) is the time we got to spend with Mike and Carol in bed.

Ok. OK. Hang on. Just hear me out!

There were many conversations, some significant, some not, that took place during that time spent between getting into bed and actually going to sleep.  Everybody’s clothed and there’s nothing lascivious here, but, in a way, those moments were as intimate, if not more so, than anything physical that could have gone on.

I’m not sure that I realized, when my wife and I first got married almost 22 years ago, how significant these “Brady Moments” would be.  I love that time with my wife– the time spent just being, just knowing that she’s there beside me, knitting or reading or whatever.  It makes me feel comfortable and special, like someone wants my company, too.

We’ll be lying there in bed, she’s knitting and I’m reading, and, all of a sudden, she’ll reach over and touch my hand.

“Anything wrong?” say I.

“Nope.” says she.