If it weren’t for my husband, I would never try anything

But because of him, there’s a whole other world I see

Mostly: coffee

A few years ago he talked me into jiu jitsu

We got our blue belts

Along the way we picked up some bruises and welts

And he, a torn ACL

Something he likes to tell:

“You have to try things “

“Don’t be a stick in the mud”

But I remind him I am a Reed (my maiden name)

Getting out of the mud is treachery

But now I ride my bike to work

I run half marathons

Dance to 90s songs

Today we went fishing – he lured me there

It was like he said, delightful and peaceful feeling the salt air

He taught me how to fling the line

To feel the pull and know when it’s time

I tugged and he told me to reel

Oh, the feel!

When that line came out of the water there was a sparkling fish on the end

He shimmered and glistened

Just like the blue waters beneath us

He was slippery and made a fuss

I felt bad he was hooked

My husband gave him a look

We unlooped him and tossed him back in

A little later we saw some fins

A sea turtle on the surface

A pretty Sunday morning on the pier was bliss

When we wrapped up

We got a sub

He drank some more coffee

I’m glad he caught me

I’m out of the mud

Caffeine in my blood

Love in my heart

I’m glad I tried

What else can we take on before we die

I love this guy