So I called across the house, “Hey, did you throw my cap away again?”
My wife’s voice came back, “Why would I throw it away, that’s something YOU should do.”
She hates my cap and I understand why. It was a wonderful cap on the day I bought it but now it has become so faded and worn that a dishrag can boast more color and character.
“So where is it?” I asked.
“Check all the usual places,” she answered
So I checked the kitchen trash bin then the refuse cart in the garage. I checked in the office wastepaper basket and not finding it in any of those places I looked in the laundry room trash. That is where I found it.
“You threw my cap away again,” I yelled.
“I only put it where it belonged,” she yelled back.
Like I said, she hates my cap. She hate almost everything I love to wear. She despises my favorite t-shirt. She loathes the only jeans that fit me and is embarrassed by my best pair of tennis shoes.
I suppose she hates these things because she is jealous. She knows how much I love them and maybe she just doesn’t want to compete.
But I still love these things and it is not just liking, it truly is love. You see, the thing about love is not only do you become accustomed to what you love but what you love becomes accustomed to you. Whether it be old clothes or old lovers, what you love molds itself to you in the most intimate of ways.
That is what my cap and I have done. We have braved both bitter cold and ferocious winds. We have witnessed countless sunrises and sunsets and over time, in the course of all we have been through, we have worn ourselves into each other.
I wear it wherever I go. Its color and logo says who I am. Even people who do not know my name, know me by my cap. I am not who I am without it.
My wife wants to get rid of it because it is old and faded and in her view, it makes me look ridiculous. But I don’t give up on things that easily.
When I first saw that cap, I fell in love with it and like so many things, something new always promises impossible dreams. For a while these things deliver, but then something newer comes along and you become convinced that the dream you once held is not worth holding on to anymore – and you toss it away to take up a new one.
It is like we are constantly throwing away our dreams.
Well, I don’t do that. I stay with my dreams and if someone wants to throw them in the trash, I will dig them out.