Februarium Day 2: What you love
This one's about your favorite things, or pick one thing and wax rhapsodic on it.
So, the best thing about Februarium is that I don't have to think of my own topics for five entire days. This is the best deal ever for someone lazy like me. Today's topic was hard for me. I knew right away what I wanted to write, but had a hard time choosing the right things to say. I could have gone on forever on this one, but you would have gotten bored and also, a lot of what I thought of is none of your business anyway. I decided to go with the abridged version, so here we go.
My Favorite Things
The way he looks from the back when he's playing his guitar - head down, legs spread, skinny butt grooving in his baggy pants. The way he puts his pick in his mouth to adjust his tune or change the cd. The way he always jumps when he realizes I'm behind him watching, but even more the times he doesn't know I'm there on the stairs listening to his song.
The way animals love him. The way the meanest, orneriest cat will walk right up and curl up in his lap for a nap. It's like they smell something on him - that he is good and kind and will scratch their ears. They way he'll sit until his legs fall asleep just so he won't disturb a sleeping animal on his lap.
The way he rubs my back as I fall asleep every night. The way he kisses my stomach and says goodnight to the baby.
The god-awful jokes he tells, and the way he finds them so funny that sometimes he can't even get them out and starts hooting in the middle, laughing at himself.
That he refuses to compromise himself just to go along with me, even when I am clearly totally right.
His perfect recall when it comes to anything about music, and frequent amnesia when it comes to anything else.
That he doesn't care that I don't share his passion, and doesn't try to force me to understand.
Lying together on the couch with ratty, stinky old blue and his hand on my head.
That he is quick to forgive.
That we are still figuring each other out after 12 years together. That we are still sometimes so very, very wrong. That there is still the potential for surprise.