him/me
I rush into the kitchen and inhale the leftover salad from the night before.
He calmly surveys the leftovers and puts together some incredible grilled sandwich thing and would, without asking, make me one as well.
I nag him relentlessly about doing this thing with his feet when we watch television in our bed. He sort of lifts the blankets to shift foot position and it makes me mental.
He rarely mentions that I rub my left foot on the mattress to fall asleep at night. For 25 years.
I walk around the house moaning about the lack of chocolate.
He returns from a supermarket run with not just chocolate but chocolate covered pretzels.
And that is why he's perfect.
He calmly surveys the leftovers and puts together some incredible grilled sandwich thing and would, without asking, make me one as well.
I nag him relentlessly about doing this thing with his feet when we watch television in our bed. He sort of lifts the blankets to shift foot position and it makes me mental.
He rarely mentions that I rub my left foot on the mattress to fall asleep at night. For 25 years.
I walk around the house moaning about the lack of chocolate.
He returns from a supermarket run with not just chocolate but chocolate covered pretzels.
And that is why he's perfect.
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At least I can live vicariously through your happy, loving relationship in a very admiring-yet envious-from-a-respectful-distance-and-not-creepy-stalker-ish kind of way.
Lucky, lucky blackbird!
Jen
he says: ohmygod, your feet are freezing.
and i say: i know. that's why i'm putting them on your warm belly.
he hasn't kicked me out of bed, yet. but, like i said above: it's a good thing he doesn't have a blog.
But guess who else rubs her left foot on the sheet to get to sleep?
That sentence has so many examples of bad grammar even I am impressed.
And meanwhile, why you celebrate the perfect moments I am busy being surly, slamming doors and muttering things about how this holiday has hardly been a showcase of consideration and thoughtfulness so why should it start now.
Seriously, a lovely little post.
N.