Probably top on the list of things I enjoy about him—right there
next to neck folds, toes, and the way he curls up like a roly-poly bug on my
chest—are his involuntary expressions. I enjoy making up monologues, since let’s
face it, we spend a whole lot of time alone together these days. Sometimes he
looks up at me like I’m God—eyes big in awe, lips pursed in shock—can you
believe it? there she is again! Sometimes on the changing table he gets this
look of bewilderment—what are you doing down there? And I actually feel like
apologizing for intruding upon his privates.
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