Wednesday, August 12, 2009

honey in the sun

I am currently sprawled up against Graydon. His arm is always warmer than mine, and my feet are always colder than his. We have so much fun together.

Today has been an extremely busy day for me. Graydon was kind enough to let us take a break from cooking. We don't eat out often, but we decided to get some Chinese food. We went to a tiny place in West Jordan called Enjoy. It was nice to be served for once. We got tons of food for a little bit of money and mostly we enjoyed each others' company while chatting about upcoming events in our life.

I didn't mean to...

but earlier today I was getting ready. I had just finished blow drying my hair, and my hands were still damp. I was fumbling around the medicine cabinet, looking for my cabbage rose perfume (Graydon calls it my cabbage perfume). When I found it behind the L'Occitane bottle of cherry blossom spray, I foolishly slid it to the side and watched it as it crashed, almost as if in slow motion, to a jagged mass of glass in the bathroom sink. I watched as the cherry blossom concoction swirled for a bit, and quickly dissipated. Luckily, Graydon had plugged the drain for me, in an effort to protect my wedding ring from falling into the pipes. I watched as the rose colored liquid calmed itself, all the while watching as tiny spikes of glass pierced the surface, creating dangerous icebergs for any incoming intruder.

Graydon heard the crash. I saw his sad face. But he returned quickly, plastic bottle in hand, along with two measuring spoon sets. "Here." We began our expedition.

I used the heart-shaped measuring spoons. I mostly used the teaspoon. In a matter of minutes, Graydon and I had successfully scraped out all the perfume remaining in the sink, into a slightly crushed but unbreakable container.

My hands still smell like the perfume, and I was devastated initially, but now, I am elated at the idea of standing in front of a sink with Graydon with measuring spoons in hand, saving the remnants of his Christmas present.

It is always strange how these tiny moments seem to put me in a writing mood.