It’s the one game I can always get him to play, regardless his mood.
Never cribbage. Or Yahtzee. Rarely, if ever, Scrabble.
Yes, Nick is a chess man.
A game I happen to be horrible at. And when I’m horrible at something … well, I’m not always a fun person to be around.
But it’s different with chess.
Different despite the fact that, half the time, I can’t remember my rook from my bishop. “Is this the rook?” I’ll ask him, holding up one of my pieces. “No, that’s your pawn,” he’ll say with a sigh. “It moves straight ahead. But only two squares at a time, okay?”
Have I mentioned I never win at this game? Ever? And that, often enough, more time gets spent with Nick explaining to me what I should have done rather than what I did?
Yet it’s in those moments I realize none of the who wins-who loses stuff matters.
All that matters is that it’s me. And it’s him. And it’s a time for us to be together.
And it’s moments like this, I truly believe, that make a marriage.
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