Laowai

Brian and I celebrated (not much) our anniversary over the weekend. 14 years!

Brian does this thing that is sweet. When he’s home and the girls are tucked into bed we often sit down to watch TV or a movie. We don’t have ice cream or any kind of dessert or pop corn or chips. We eat cheese. Brian selects two or three kinds and we settle onto the couch. The sweet part is that he carefully puts a bit of cheese on a cracker and gives it to me. I never, ever serve myself cheese. Sometimes if I eat slowly he’ll line up crackers on my knee. After we fill ourselves with yummy cheese he always asks which was my favorite. I would never have learned to love cheese if it weren’t for Brian. Putting cheese on a cracker is not a huge gesture – and yet the ritual of it is. I have come to love it. It’s his way of making me enjoy something that he enjoys – it’s a small thing that we do together. Plus, it makes up for the cheese stench that often punches me in the face when I open our fridge.

He’s nice isn’t he.