Last night I went ice skating with my husband in Bryant Park. It was a night of firsts: my first time skating since I was little, my first time skating in New York, and the first time I'd ever been skating with my husband. Every winter we've talked about going skating together, but it's never actually happened. And it almost didn't happen last night either. I was grumpy. I was cold. I didn't feel like trekking uptown. And I let my husband know this via my unenthusiastic general sullenness as I met up with him and put my skates on.
You probably know where this is going, and I agree it sounds pretty cheesy. As soon as she stepped on the ice, her spirits probably lifted and the night turned into a bundle of fun and joy. Don't worry—I won't put it that way!
My poor husband. He knew I was being unpleasant, but he didn't give into me. He pretended not to notice and stayed upbeat while we laced up our skates and shuffled over to the bag check. I think he had faith I was going to perk up and have a good time if I could just get over myself. And I could tell how excited he was to be there! (He's a very good skater but, like me, hasn't been skating in years.) And what a great place to be: at a skating rink in the middle of New York on a clear and crisp winter evening. And I was complaining.
I can be pretty stubborn, and I was determined to keep my bad mood going simply because I didn't want to admit I was being a child. But when we started skating, I couldn't help thinking that, well, this was pretty fun! And I told my husband how when I was little, I wanted to be like Katarina Witt (a German Olympic figure skater). And then I wasn't in a bad mood anymore.
I'm so glad I didn't cancel. I'm glad my husband didn't let me ruin his mood. I'm thankful his good cheer was patient and gentle enough to help me get over myself and get into the moment. Because it was a pretty good moment.
(Image: Skate - 11x14 signed photograph by Etsy seller JenniferDennisPotter, $35)