Those two people had never once stepped foot in the playground located a block away from their apartment. They had never gone out to dinner earlier than 8pm. They stayed out late on the weekends because they could sleep in until noon. They lingered over brunch with nowhere else to be. There wasn’t one big movie they didn’t make sure to see in the theater. They planned their next vacation on the plane home from their vacation. They skipped breakfast. They watched the morning news. They went to the gym before work.
Those two people had no idea Calliou or Wonder Pets or The Fresh Beat Band even existed.
Before Mike and I were married, we didn’t know the words to Goodnight Moon by heart. We listened to adult music in the car. We slept on the plane. We each had one carry-on we kept in the overhead.
Before Mike and I were married, we had a meticulously kept apartment. Our carpet wasn’t cluttered with blocks and crayons and fake kitchen utensils. We had never pretended to eat a wooden cheese sandwich or put a diaper on a teddy bear or drawn a horrible rendering of Big Bird on demand.