I love the way he looks, I love the way he sounds, and I love all the deeper more important things that are too numerous and serious to get into right now.
I got to go out with him night before last. I love when he chooses to go to Poppi's where everything is so small: small portions, small chairs, small vases of small flowers, small salt and pepper shakers, small glasses of water... He is so big, but he loves that place. He sits on a little chair and eats a little bread and loves every minute of it; and so did I. I got my usual shrimp pita sandwich and he got his usual standard curry chicken with extra chutneys. We got a small cup of decaf coffee (the only size they have, of course) and a small glass of the sweetest Greek wine. It was like drinking syrup, but it felt very festive. We ordered the sweet walnut cake with whip cream, karidopitta, and a couple of noonas and left, with the staff putting on jackets and turning off lights behind us, feeling very full.
That is one of the blessings of these busy times, any time together is a special occasion. And with Tom going into overtime within two days of his work week we can afford to order some syrupy wine, pick up and movie we won't watch, and be thankful for the struggle that leads to so much happiness over and over again.
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