Are you ever surprised by the nose in front of your face? Ok, stay with me here, maybe it's because I have a decent-sized nose (thank you, family genes...), and also that I'm easily distracted, but every once in a while I look a bit too fast and pow. My nose completely takes me by surprise and I spend more seconds then I'm proud of trying to figure out what the hell that pale fleshly thing is in the middle of everything.
I think we're getting to that "got your nose" part of our relationship and I kind of like it. I'm used to her being here, wherever "here" happens to be (at the apartment, at my parents' house for Christmas, etc), and there's no doubt I would notice if she wasn't there. She's a part of my life. If she wasn't here I would be completely thrown off. (Sidenote: because of our transportation situation, Mimi is having to spend some of her night's at her parents' to get to work. Each time (and there have only been like 3) it feels like the worst thing in the world and we're both incredibly miserable, tears, desperate hugs, the whole works.)
More to the original point, though, I'm still surprised by her-- all the time. Each time I wake up and she's there, or I'm making dinner for two instead of one, or her goofy and ridiculous ringtone comes through my phone (I am mocked in the office each and every time it goes off, but it's worth it), for a split second I don't remember how or why this is happening to me, a flicker, out of the corner of my eye, that seems unfamiliar and surprising. Then it all sinks back in. This isn't something crazy, it's life. And it's there every day :-). She's got my nose... but it works.
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