An older gentleman just walked up to me and asked, “when is the last time you called your wife by her name?” I couldn’t remember but I’m sure it had been a while. I call her lots of things – but not her name. The gentleman said, “when you get home, before you go to bed, call your wife by her name. Your wife is not just some faceless person you share a house with. She has a name.” Strange encounter.
I thought it was stupid but I tried it anyway. Donnalee stopped and looked and me sort of shocked. “You never say my name,” she said. She didn’t have to say anything more, her eyes told me that saying her name wasn’t stupid.
Try it. If you haven’t done it in a while, call her name.[1. Brandon Blankenship ©2015 All rights reserved. Image credit: CC Faceless by Emma.Maria via flickr 2009.]