I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat ’cause
You’re gonna sing the words wrong
– Riptide, by Vance Joy
Whenever I hear those words on the radio, I think to myself that’s how you know it’s love: when someone swells your heart by being perfectly imperfect.
Coincidentally, I was humming the song yesterday, just before the youngest and I watched that classic movie about adorable quirks, ‘When Harry Met Sally’.
I hadn’t seen it for soooooooo long. And it was soooooooo good. We both thought it was fabulous.
One of my favourite scenes is when Harry says: “I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”
Although … there’s always the chance you’ll eventually want to kill someone for their quirks.
Mine were like fingernails on a blackboard to my ex – and vice versa – towards the end.
I’ve been fretting lately about the expiry date on quirks being loveable.
(OK, I’ve been fretting about everything. I’m quite anxious again – for some unknown reason – after weeks of calm days and restful nights.)
DD took FOREVER to get ready for the beach earlier this week … well, at least 10 minutes. There’s this societal impression that it’s women who are the slow ones getting out the door, but in my experience it’s the blokes. I’m lightning fast.
Whenever DD suggests I get changed first, I look at him like he’s gone slightly loony … because I know I’ll be twiddling my thumbs in my navy Target one-piece for an age while he dawdles around doing gawd knows what … then he’ll STILL stop the car and go back to the house because he’s forgotten his rashie.
I may have become a bit heated about how sloooooooow he was and things got ever so slightly tense between us.
Then I sulked because I’m allowed to get cross with him, but he’s not allowed to get cross with me …
Fortunately, his storm clouds pass quickly – he never holds a grudge for long.
Unfortunately, I’m the embodiment of the meme: “Brain: I can see you are trying to sleep. Can I offer a selection of your worst memories from the last 10 years?”
I keep reminding myself that everyone gets annoyed with their partner occasionally. It would be odd if you didn’t.
And I’m hopeful that we won’t become a resentful, bickering couple; that we’ve learned enough from past mistakes not to repeat them; and that we’ll continue to get a lump in our throats at each other’s quirks, rather than being driven mad by them.
I think it’s an excellent sign that I couldn’t stop staring at a selfie he sent me from a Led Zeppelin tribute concert last night (cue the loveable quirk).
My spunky boyf!
Song of the day: Vance Joy “Riptide”