One of the secrets to our marriage (I have often thought) is that we respect our boundaries while recognizing each other. (One example) We both take daily walks but do so individually. He likes to walk in the morning to start his day when I would rather wake and move at a more leisurely pace. I prefer an evening walk to close out my day while listening to music or poetry. Also, walking at his pace gives me calf cramps. Truthfully, we both crave some alone time. (But) Recently after a morning appointment I decided to take a walk in the beautiful morning sun. When I pulled into the parking lot I spotted my husband on the path but he walked past without so much as a head nod. I was discomfited by this non-interaction, but assumed that I had stepped into his blindspot and set off in the opposite direction. (Then) We met on the other side of the park on a steep slope. He pivoted on his heel and walked with me back up the hill as he explained that he had seen me the whole time.

This is our marriage:
Walking together uphill
Avoiding blindspots.