Every Little Thing

Nick and I went to see The Police yesterday. I was ridiculously excited about it, telling pretty much everybody I've seen in the past week. A surprising number of people raised an eyebrow and asked me why on earth I have business with the police. Perhaps my image is not quite as meek and mild-mannered as I believed. Perhaps I give the impression of hiding an illicit hobby beneath my earnest demeanor. I like the idea that people think, even for a moment, that I could have secrets. I don't, of course. I'm exactly what I seem to be. But, BUT! The possibility exists.

We got the kids all squared away with their beloved Grandma Joyce and headed off to the show. And it was good. But more than that, it was good to be with Nick. I like feeling him move next to me, not quite on the beat. I like the way he leans over to tell me the upcoming song after the first notes are played, "It's Walking on the Moon!" too excited to wait for me to figure it out myself. I always know that I love Nick - that's never a question. It's nice to be reminded sometimes that I really like him too.