lime popsicles

And there we were in the bathroom. Him on a stool eating a lime popsicle and me with a comb and a pair of scissors ready to cut his hair. I don't really know how we got here. Here getting ready to meet his family in a couple of weeks. Here looking for jobs and houses and bikes. Here playing in the river and having stick wars, playing on roller coasters and climbing trees and trusting in each other in a way most people never trust. Here cutting his hair in the bathroom.

In a couple of weeks we will be on our way par avion to Virginia. To put faces to the personalities and 'hello's' I get over the phone. And for some reason I'm not nervous but mostly excited to meet the people he cares so much about.

Two nights ago I was at a friends party making pizza with apples and tomatoes and cheese. We had crutches contests with the crutches we found in the broom closet, to see how far we could walk without legs.

In the broom closet hiding from the rest of the people at the party Andrew and I tried to squish the door closed. Well, if we could have fit in the closet, but it was only wide enough for our bodies and deep enough for the two of us, but not tall enough to put our heads inside and close the door. This spurred a series of explorations of the hidden cubbies of the house. We gathered a group of people and off we went. We managed to pack 5 people into the living room closet in a way that if someone were to open the door they wouldn't know we were there. I felt like we were in Mary Poppins.

And what's NOT perfect about someone willing to squish themselves into a tiny broom closet or explore old house cubbies or other boring shit of the like? Hmm... nope, can't think of a thing. Oh wait. He doesn't like cheese.