Monte and I come from very different environments.
He grew up in south Florida.
He went to the beach on Christmas Day
and Santa wore JAMS
(remember those shorts from the 80s?)
I grew up in the Midwest.
I had mostly white Christmases
and Santa wore the weather-appropriate
red suit with white fur trim.
As in most marriages,
we bump into our differences
from time to time.
Like when we went furniture shopping when we were first married.
I went right to the
and dark wood.
Monte went to the
and blond woods.
But that is what he grew up with
that is what he knew.
We compromised and got a
dark green couch with leather piping,
a large patterned chair in dark colors
and a light pickled wood coffee table.
Monte has trouble with the change of seasons every year.
Not so much spring to summer
(he loves that change!)
but the changing of summer to fall
fills him with dread
and the change from fall to winter
flat out makes him sad.
He is getting better but still hasn't fully grasped the fine art of layering
and dressing appropriately for the weather.
I once saw him shovelling our driveway in pajama pants and a thin leather coat.
On the flip side, the humidity almost killed me in body and spirit when we lived in Atlanta.
Monte LOVES humidity.
It reminds him of home.
A few nights ago, we found ourselves without kids for a few hours and we decided to go to Whole Foods for dessert and coffee.
Look what we picked out to eat:
Monte picked out a Key Lime bar and I picked out a pumpkin roll.
Could that be more different?
Could that be more summer vs. fall?
But the crazy thing is,
he ended up eating more of the pumpkin roll
and I ended up eating more of the Key Lime.
Maybe we aren't as different after all.