20/06/2017-24/06/2017

20/06/2017

We had a doctor’s appointment today. A routine checkup. Peach is doing well, although the doctor warned him about pushing himself too much. He was glad to be done with the visit. He dislikes hospitals. Hates the smell especially.
On our way back home, we stopped by an ice cream parlour. I don’t know why he decided to get mint chocolate chip. I don’t think I have ever seen him get that flavor in all the years that I’ve known him. He said he wanted to taste it, just for fun. He said it’s unbelievably peculiar. He even made a funny face, but he liked it. I guess he liked the strangeness.
Enjoyed trying something new. For some reason, I didn't hold his hand as I always do when we’re sitting side by side. We were outside, in the shade. I would have automatically reached over to him and held his hand in mine. Then made a comment about it being sweaty nasty. Then he would say that it was actually mine that were sweaty and nasty. 
Today, I simply sat.
I waited a long time to see if he would notice. He did not.
After we were done, he insisted we go watch an impromptu movie at the theater. That was a surprise. I asked about work. Didn’t he have to rush back? He smiled, said that he didn’t need to. We watched The Mummy. I have no idea why I picked it, but I did. I could hardly care for the movie. It was fine, what entertained me most were the little comments I could hear Peach make. He can’t watch something quietly all the way through, he’s always got to say something, and it’s almost always hilarious. Trying not to laugh in the movie theater like we were 17 all over again. Giggling while trying to not earn dirty glares from other angry movie-goers. I ended up holding his hand when we left the theater. He squeezed it back, and he was smiling. The king of content, peaceful smile that makes everything worth it. I kissed him, and that made him giggle. His ears were red, the glimpse of them I saw. I may have embarrassed him a little there, but it made me laugh. I felt the desire to take a photo of him, his smiling face. But by doing so, I would have wasted the chance to commit the moment in my memory in its entirety. 

24/06/2017

Peach helped wash my hair today.

It was such a surprise, I couldn’t help asking what brought it on. It’s been years since that happened, plus it is quite a task. Between the sectioning, shampooing, detangling, treatments and drying, it’s a tiring process. A process I undertake dutifully every 7 days, yes, but tiring nevertheless. For a split second, I worried that he would have no energy to do it, but I've been trying my very best to put those troublesome thoughts--these thoughts of a caretaker-- aside. 
He was surprised by how long my hair had gotten since he’d last done this. But not so much, considering how carefully I care for it. I think it’s been a while since I washed his hair too. He said that I can do so any time I wish. Feeling his hands against my scalp was so soothing. Dangerous man, I could feel my mind drifting away. Lulling me to sleep with those gentle hands of his. Ah, Peach. He truly is the sweetest. Gentle with combing my hair out, gentle with washing away the shampoo, gentle with putting in my hair mask. He asked me why I was smiling so much. Of course, it was because of him. It will always be because of him. He kissed me while I waited for the mask to do its job. I told him to be careful, I can never resist him. The man had the audacity to ask what reason I would have to do that in the first place.

Sometimes I forget that we are married. I needn’t resist him at all.

This one was nice! See? I'm not an angst machine or whatever I can write nice and cute stuff too!

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