There’s a Kings of Convenience song that I absolutely adore. I don’t know the title, but the first line of the chorus is “I’d rather dance with you than talk with you.” The song is all about how it’s tough to make small talk and can’t we just “let our hips do the talking.” It’s a cute song, and because I know EXACTLY what the singer’s talking about, it never fails to make me smile.
That sigh was totally unrelated to the first paragraph of this post. The sigh is because I spent a great deal of the weekend working, and I’m working through lunch today. This is a conversation I had with my cat this morning
Franklin: *swats at Theresa’s nose*
Theresa: *throws Franklin off the bed*
Franklin: Meow! (You never want to play anymore! You’re too tired. You’ve got a headache. Sweetie, what’s going on?)
Theresa: Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. It’s just work and all. I’m stressed. And it sucks. Believe me, I miss you too.
Franklin: Meow! (Do you really have to work those long hours? Can’t you talk to your boss?)
Theresa: This is the Peace Corps, cupcake. Work is why I’m here
Franklin: Meow! (I guess I just feel like I never see you anymore.)
Theresa: Yeah, pumpkin, I know.
Franklin: Pppupuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. (I love you, no matter what.)
Unconditional love is a beautiful thing.