A Girl...

The Power of Words

Scene: the video store

Leah, holding Finding Neverland: I really hope this whole Judging Amy/Crossing Jordan/Courting Jenna/Finding Nemo/Chasing Amy thing is on its way out. *exasperated sigh*

Simon: So, what? Now you hate the present progressive?

Leah: Take me now, stud.

Simon: Malkovich Malkovich.

Leah: Take me now. *drool*

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Scene: Chinese buffet that, curiously, had sushi, which is not Chinese. Although, neither is jello and they had that too...

Simon: Blah blah blah blah blah.

Leah: Blah blah blah blah blah.

(Neither of us really remembers the content of this conversation, but the important part is coming up, so pay attention.)

Simon: Blah blah blah. Blah blah.

Leah: Blah blah blah blah toxoplasmosis blah.

Simon: I'm so glad you know that word. Your brain turns me on.

Leah: Tox-o-plas...mosis.

Simon: Present progressive!

Leah: *drool*

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Getting a sexy bike or microwave socks is great and all, but that doesn't happen every day and is therefore not a very solid foundation upon which to build a loving relationship. The stuff that counts, the stuff that makes it work day in and day out, is in the details, the little delights you find in knowing someone so completely. I've heard it before that the more you get to know a person, the more easily you are annoyed by all their quirks and particularities: "The stuff you think is cute when you're dating is the stuff you can't stand when you're married." So okay, I've found this to be accurate on occassion, but that's not how it has to be. When you're lucky, you meet a person that just gets better and better the closer you get. I found that in Simon, in Teddy, in Will, in Tim.

Last night at the grocery store, Simon took our produce out of the shopping cart and put it on the conveyor belt in "Roy G. Biv" order--red bell peppers, Braeburns, grapefruits, Golden Deliciouseses, yellow onions, celery, asparagus, broccoli, zucchini. Some people might find this annoying; I found it completely charming.

Later that night at home I suggested we throw out the two dozen eggs that were still in the fridge a month past their expiration date. But Simon couldn't bear to trash twenty-four perfectly good eggs, so instead we got in the car, drove to the beach, and hucked them into the night sky. It was dark, it was cold, he was wearing his shiny business shoes, and there he was, standing in the sand and seaweed and driftwood, trying to skip rotten eggs across the surface of the bay. (FYI, they don't skip.) I half-buried a pair of eggs in the sand near the water's edge and watched as they sunk deeper and deeper before finally sliding into the black water and floating away. We threw them straight up in the air and watched them splat in the foam. I pitched the last egg to Simon and he batted it with the empty carton. Some people might think it was stupid; I thought it was awesome.

When I sit down to think about what to put up here every day, I really do try to be creative and interesting and varied in my subject matter. As you've noticed, however, I'm kind of stuck on a topic that I can't shake. Mommy bloggers have their babies, I guess, and I have my Simon. So what I want to say now is just thanks, everybody, for indulging my need to blather on about my boyfriend. He is, without compare, the most interesting thing going on in my life, and without him I don't know what would fill the void. It's nice to have this space to record my life, but it's even nicer to be visited by people who respect and appreciate me the way you do, even when I get all crusted over with the sugary sweetness. You guys rock. A million gold stars for everybody!

Posted by Leah at January 10, 2006 12:51 PM