You may recall that I recently mentioned we had had a strange experience at dinner last Saturday night. I told her about an experience I had had several years ago when I served on a pastor nominating committee at our church. Kate said, “You know what I’m thinking?” I didn’t and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t. She said, “You know.” I assured her I didn’t and asked her to tell me. That upset her. She said, “Just forget it.”
At Panera yesterday, she asked the same question. This time it wasn’t in the context of something I was saying. We had both been silent when she said, “You know what I’m thinking?” This time I took a moment to carefully consider my answer. Then I said, “That you’re glad we got married.” She smiled and said, “That’s it.” I said, “Me too.”
I felt like I had scored a victory. She often says that she is glad she married me. That is why I guessed correctly this time. I think I missed it the previous time because it followed something I had told her. The context in which she asks her questions is often relevant to understanding what she is thinking. If I can’t figure out what she wants, she doesn’t help me. She just gives up. I wish I always said the right thing. I guess that is too much to ask for.
