Memory

Today Branden called me from the store asking for his PIN... HIS, not mine. A couple months ago he asked me where he put his tax documents from last year and before that it was the information about his Worker's Compensation from when he hurt his knee. Everyday he asks where he put his sunglasses, do I know where his lighter is or any number of questions about things that I haven't touched.

Apparently I've become someone else's memory. I'd heard that this would happen but I didn't know it would happen before we were even married. I remember that someone I worked with once told me that the reason mom's get so forgetful is that they have to do all the remembering for their husband and their children and that you lose half your brain the day you get married. Guess I'm losing part of mine prematurely.

Branden likes to claim that I'm just better at keeping track of everything. I'm starting to wonder how he survived without me! I'm not even kidding when I say he wouldn't even remember to eat half the time if I didn't make him food. Oh, I love him... Even when I have to be his brain.