Goals

‘So you’re saying I can’t do it?’

She rolls her eyes in response. An expression I read as a challenge. Naturally, I accept and approach my goal with swagger. A literal goal - we happened to be passing by a soccer field. Smirking, I give her a wink, then grip the crossbar. With an effort worthy of Atlas himself, I pull my body up a whole inch. I attempt a roar but wind up closer to a constipated grunt.

She finally cracks up laughing. I can let go.

Twenty years married and I will still do anything for that sound.