I was eating a sandwich and watching Ted make a casserole. I know his birthday, and he knows mine, it turns out.
His is soon. Mine is far.
“But my birthday is always sucky,” I told him, and it’s true. For years and years it’s ranged to mediocre to really miserable.
“Well, then I have a goal for this year,” with a glance over his shoulder.
He turns back to chopping chicken and misses the wide-eyed, eyebrow-raised face I make.
I should let it go. But I want to hear him say it.
“So. You think you’ll be around for my birthday? It’s a long time.”
We count off months. It’s far. We’d both more than double our adult dating records.
“At this point, I have no reason to think I won’t be.”
And even though his casserole looks disgusting, neither do I.
~beatrix
16.7.09
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That Ted says everything a girl needs to hear!
haha - i love the last line. your blog is absolutely delightful!
I freaking love this!!
i agree with tigerlily.
Also...scarrrryyy stuff.
This is great...and the casserole bit made me laugh.
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