A guest article submitted to BabySignsDVD.com
Okay, I confess, I’m a football addict and despite this character flaw, I am lucky enough to be married to a woman who, though she doesn’t share my enthusiasm for sports, is extremely tolerant of my addiction. After all, she has hers too. I can’t even talk to her if American Idol is on. But it’s okay, because the rules are the same when I’m watching the game.
Last weekend our friends Jonathan and Elise were over for dinner and we were joking how my wife and I are so adament about the no talking rule while our favorite shows are on that we started to communicate in sign language. Not real sign, mind you, but our made-up version of sign language. It’s nowhere near as evolved as baby sign language and there won’t ever be DVDs about it, but my wife and I understand each other perfectly if you get my drift.
Over the years my wife and I as a couple have always developed our own things that are just ours. As embarrassing as it is to admit, we have our own form of baby talk, like many other couples who might not be so bold as to admit it. You know who you are.
As a married man of over five years I can honestly say that being married kind of reminds me of being a kid, when you used to have that secret club with your best friends either in a treehouse or in the backyard and you had a secret handshake and code for everything. That’s what married life is like. Once you put on that tuxedo and say I do, you have this person, or partner in crime if you will, who you forge unspoken communication with and over the years create your own secret club of sorts. But I have to admit that our club house today is far more comfortable than the makeshift clubhouse I shared with my friends Bob and Jake in grade school. Better facilities too, plus we have cigars.
