My husband’s surprise for my 40th birthday wasn’t what I expected. When the bill arrived, he showed a side of himself that left me questioning everything. I never thought I’d find myself at forty, sitting across a restaurant table, wondering if I really knew the man I’d married.
But that’s where I was last night, staring at my husband, Henry, as if he was a stranger. To rewind a bit, my life wasn’t exactly a picture-perfect journey to marriage. I’m a pediatrician, so I’ve held more crying babies than I’d ever want of my own, though they’re adorable in small doses.
Between the midnight calls, the emergency appointments, and the hospital rounds, “free time” always felt like a myth. For the longest time, marriage hadn’t been a priority for me. When Henry and I met, it was over a work event — he’s a structural engineer, a kind of quiet but commanding presence who took me by surprise.
We clicked. I thought that kind of instant connection only happened in movies. “You know, Nora,” Henry had said to me during one of our early dates, “I didn’t think I’d end up getting serious with anyone.
You’re probably the first person who gets me.”
I’d smiled back then, nodding. “You and me both. I used to think being single forever wouldn’t be so bad.”
I laughed, taking a sip of my wine.
“Sometimes, it feels like being a pediatrician means I’ve already got my hands full with kids — adding a partner? That’s a big deal.”
He’d nodded, leaning in a little closer. “But here we are, changing our minds.
I think we’re a good match — you with your all-nighters at the hospital and me with my long workdays.”
Now, Henry’s an intelligent and highly-paid professional. We both are financially stable, which is why our early relationship didn’t rely on grand gestures or lavish dates. We’d fall into bed after long workdays, trading stories about difficult clients or surgeries.
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