Beaned

Today, Bruce was twirling me around the livingroom and he danced and danced to this slow song (probably "My Heart Will Go On" or similar, because it was a silly cheesy song they played on The Sopranos, meaning for it to be ironic, only after 8 beers it doesn't seem ironic, so much, instead it seems like a great excuse to twirl your wife around the livingroom floor and grab her buttocks. Which was nice.)

(The buttocks-grabbing, that is.)

And then he kissed me (which I believe is the name of a song which I would danced to with more enthusiasm, but hey, who cares at this point?), and then he hugged me, and then he kissed me again, and then I realized without a doubt that I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wide world (also possibly a song title, but appropriate). And then he dipped me, or tried to, and I leant back into it feeling fully sure that he would catch me and make the twirling to bad Celine Dion worthwhile, and he didn't, or it caught him offbalance, the way I trusted him, and I fell flat on my back without a thought of worry.

Seriously, the whole way down the only thought I had was, "Any second now, he's going to sweep me off my feet. Any second now, I'll be safe. Any second now, I won't get beaned by the floor," and so on. And then I got beaned by the floor. He ended up laughing so hard he landed on top of me, kissing my lips.

Thank Pete I ended up with someone who kisses me as much as I want to be kissed. That's a big thing that not everyone looks for, but it's important.

Also it's important that when you're suffocating from laughter and the big guy who just accidentally let you fall to the floor and then collapsed on you because he was laughing so hard at your facial expression when you beaned yourself on the floor is crying on you because he's laughing so hard... It's important that he kisses you on the lips when you catch your breath, just enough to take it back away.

That is very important.