the first night casey and i met, i sat and stared at the side of his head, marveling it: thick, marcelled, hazelnut-colored like his eyes.
my god, i thought,
he has such nice hair. over the past three years of wedded bliss
[almost five years as couple en toto], the glorious hair has been clipped to stubble, pomaded, grown back out, and lovingly coaxed into other incarnations: the caesar, the andy dick, the indie-rocker shag, the mohican. and yes, some of the glorious follicles that caught my attention, sensing their job is done, have since disappeared, but my memory of this day on the beach is as fresh as the valentine's day rose on my desk today.
... the feel of his freshly shaven face
... clutching his back in the tux jacket
... the cool way the sunset reflected light back into our eyes that made them feel like they glowed from the inside
... never wanting to stop hugging from ankle to earlobe
it seems fitting that, tonight, on our anniversary, we're headed to my sister's condo for her to cut our hair for the first time in probably a year.
happy anniversary! i love you!
