In case you were wondering what my plans are next Tuesday, I'll be driving five hours east to Denver to go see a basketball game.
Love works in mysterious ways.
Dev and I are counting this week as our one year anniversary. How people determine the exact date when a relationship starts is beyond me. The beginning of ours moved like a roller skating waitress slipping on a banana peel. It's hard to pin down.
In a moment of insanity, err, I mean heartfelt love, I bought tickets to see his favorite team play. I'm hoping to get a sushi dinner out of the deal--well worth a five hour drive and a year of monogamy.
I share my life with a person who shares my desire to live cheap, rugged, and deep--with the occasional splurge; who makes a genuine effort to wipe up when I complain about whiskers on the sink; who lives a life that reads more like an adventure novel than a resume; who pulls out the tape measurer and walks outside when I start scheming about the next big idea.
My sweetie sports a grizzled, square jawline, the fit frame of an athlete, and a ratty flannel jacket. He is one-half science wizard, one-half mountain man, one-half dumpster diver extraordinaire. Yes, he defies the laws of basic math. My sweetie listens with his whole body when I'm in the midst of launching my most poisonous verbal assaults. He built the quirky house we live in with his own hands and the help of many who love him. He fathers his daughter with all the tenderness that is due and then more.
Dev's a good sport-- he willingly folds the color coordinated towels and sheets just so when he could care less; he allows my shedding dog all over the house, though he prefers dogs stay outside; he indulges me when I wrap my limbs around his like a boa constrictor for the entire night through. He would never do these things were it not for my influence. So, I'm ready to go to the stadium and experience overpriced hotdogs, unnecessarily loud buzzers, and sneakers squeaking against the hardwood court. I'm ready to watch muscular men sweat and chase one another around, all in the name of love.
Love works in mysterious ways.
Dev and I are counting this week as our one year anniversary. How people determine the exact date when a relationship starts is beyond me. The beginning of ours moved like a roller skating waitress slipping on a banana peel. It's hard to pin down.
In a moment of insanity, err, I mean heartfelt love, I bought tickets to see his favorite team play. I'm hoping to get a sushi dinner out of the deal--well worth a five hour drive and a year of monogamy.
I share my life with a person who shares my desire to live cheap, rugged, and deep--with the occasional splurge; who makes a genuine effort to wipe up when I complain about whiskers on the sink; who lives a life that reads more like an adventure novel than a resume; who pulls out the tape measurer and walks outside when I start scheming about the next big idea.
My sweetie sports a grizzled, square jawline, the fit frame of an athlete, and a ratty flannel jacket. He is one-half science wizard, one-half mountain man, one-half dumpster diver extraordinaire. Yes, he defies the laws of basic math. My sweetie listens with his whole body when I'm in the midst of launching my most poisonous verbal assaults. He built the quirky house we live in with his own hands and the help of many who love him. He fathers his daughter with all the tenderness that is due and then more.
Dev's a good sport-- he willingly folds the color coordinated towels and sheets just so when he could care less; he allows my shedding dog all over the house, though he prefers dogs stay outside; he indulges me when I wrap my limbs around his like a boa constrictor for the entire night through. He would never do these things were it not for my influence. So, I'm ready to go to the stadium and experience overpriced hotdogs, unnecessarily loud buzzers, and sneakers squeaking against the hardwood court. I'm ready to watch muscular men sweat and chase one another around, all in the name of love.
Awww!
ReplyDeleteHear you are coming to visit us! We will be so sweet we'll make you want to barf up all the goat milk and cheese we will feed you.
DeleteI am totally in awe of you for everything you do, stand for, write, and live. You are a constant inspiration to an old foagie (sp?) like me.
ReplyDeleteSenor! You are no old foagie!! Thanks for your continued support and love. After all these years it still feels so good to have you on my side. xo
DeleteGreat post! Have fun at the game. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Caroline!! I'm writing you an e-mail tomorrow!! Leaving town is a full time job, and even with Dev acting like my personal assistant--packing gifts for friends, making food for the road, printing tickets--I'm still feeling behind!!
Delete:) so sweet :)
ReplyDeleteAlso your pictures are so gloriously rugged!