Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Vanity, Thy Name Is...I Forget
What is this, you may ask yourself?
Well, I will tell you what it is. It's butter chicken in the hair of the funniest boy on earth. Possibly sweetest, too.
After Jessie and I got our hair cut which is always a beautiful thing because we get to visit with Melissa whom we adore with all of our hearts because although she is truly goodness and honey to the core, she is also sharp as razor blades and makes us laugh and we just want to bring her home and hang out with her all of the time and where was I? oh yeah, after that, we met Lily and Gibson and Magnolia at the Indian restaurant for lunch. Gibson loves the butter chicken and at one point Lily noted that he had butter chicken in his hair. I wiped it off with a napkin but he protested. He wanted a picture of butter chicken in his hair so he proceeded to put some more butter chicken in his hair so that I could take a picture, which of course I did because I am Mermer, the deliverer of all wishes.
Then I wiped that butter chicken off of his hair and we proceeded to eat.
So. That's not really what I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you what Gibson told me today as we were standing in line for the butter chicken.
He said, "Mer, I love you," and thinking of him asking me why I loved him the other day, I said, "WHY do you love me, Gibson?"
He looked at me so sweetly and said, "Because you look beautiful."
I was, of course, thrilled.
"I look beautiful?" I asked, my voice tremulous with emotion.
"Yes," he said, continuing to gaze at me with undiluted adoration.
"And you look old," he said.
I laughed and laughed.
"Is old beautiful?" I asked him.
"Yes!" he said, bright as a freshly minted penny.
"Well, you are young and you are beautiful too," I told him.
"I'm young," he agreed, "But I am not beautiful. I am a boy."
Of course I had to tell him that boys and men can be beautiful too and that sometimes when we say that someone is beautiful we mean that their hearts are so beautiful that they are beautiful to us and so on and so forth but damn, y'all.
I am beautiful because I look old. And I am loved by the little boy who loves butter chicken.
And I'll take that.
I'll take that all day long.
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Ah Old IS beautiful and beautiful is beautiful, which is what you are every which way. Love this from the butter chicken haired boy.ReplyDelete
He reminds me of why I'm still alive, that boy. As do all of my grandchildren. What would I do without them?Delete
You old beautiful woman you! Butter chicken head has exquisite taste💕ReplyDelete
Yes! He certainly does.Delete
I think your whole family is beautiful.ReplyDelete
Well, we're funny and we love each other. I don't think it gets much better than that.Delete
Such sweetness! Tell Gibson he has excellent taste.ReplyDelete
That's so funny! What a great exchange. I often say men are beautiful and sometimes people correct me and say that's not the word to use for a man. But why not?!ReplyDelete
BTW, when Dave really likes a certain dish he'll say, "I want to rub it in my hair." I can't wait to show him this post so he can see someone who actually DOES that.
OMG! Tell me what Dave says!ReplyDelete
The mouth of babes, especially YOUR babes.ReplyDelete
I so wish you could have seen his sweet face when he said, "And because you look old." It was absolutely as loving as it was when he said, "Because you look beautiful."Delete
I NEVER want to forget that moment.