And so I did a victory slide across the floor in those mismatched socks (one
of which I'm pretty sure I pulled from the dirty laundry because that's what happens when it's 5AM and your feet are cold and you can't find the match to the sock you had on when you fell asleep) and then I cleaned up the
house, got
out of my
pajamas, and went on a trail
run with one
of the most kind and generous and hilarious human beings I've ever known.
The pleats, the delicate hand - stitched appliqué, the layers
of chiffon... Those are the little moments, the little gestures — each cup
of coffee he hands me and each time I organize our trip somewhere; every time I call in a takeout order (cause he simply hates calling people) and every time he
runs out in the rain to pick up dinner (because I hate hate hate leaving the
house after I've settled into my
pajamas).