Kiss count for the top of Bridget's head now: 247.
I was staring at the sunset and it got too bright and I started seeing black spots so Jacob passed me his giant seventies sunglasses to put on while he was taking pictures.
Monday morning he asked if there was a specific reason I wasn't wearing my hearing aids on our drive the night before. I said I had worn them, what was he talking about?
He showed me a picture, taken surreptitiously as I watched the clouds roll out and I was busted.
I took them out because it made it easier to ignore the hurt in his voice as we talked. It made it easier not to listen. Sometimes it just makes it easier to hide. He understood, thankfully.
The good news is the top of my head is still his favorite body part of mine.
You were going to say something else, weren't you?
Snort.
