She’s perfect. Its taken a while to get her to this point, but now that she’s here, its magic.
It was a lovely evening out – she’s such a good conversationalist, and dinner was perfect – a few glasses of wine added a warm glow to things, but really – they weren’t needed. She gets so fired up talking about politics – I love the flush that comes over her face during passionate conversation, and I love the contrast between who she is out in the world and who she is at home.
Who she is, indeed – it changes at the moment we step through the door. She turns to me for a kiss, and then quickly loses her jacket and purse and excuses herself to the bedroom. I hear the shower turn on as I’m hanging up my own coat – it runs while I poke around the kitchen for snacks. I hear it stop, and then over a few minutes, cupboard doors opening and closing – I love those sounds, wondering what she’s putting on for me.
Finally, I hear a familiar sound that instantly gets captures my attention – it sounds like belt buckle being put on, but that’s not what it is.