yesterday, after seeing i had blogged about her my wife snuggled up close and expressed love. she made me smile and blush to know i was loved. nothing even PG-13, just the simple leaning into me and telling me that i am her lobster, as it were.

so today we had a full day full of comings and goings and a chocolate fondue. i don't know if i told her i loved her. i don't know if i hugged her to me. the day seems lost in its content. somewhere i am sorry that i may have let the day go without expressing my adoration of her...

...and then tonight, in the midst of me not realizing the day is slipping away, she amazes me. we are hosting friends into our house and as the evening slips later, kevin and i begin to dominate the conversation as only blind boys can. music this, music that. i know that Leslie can only take so much of me in this mood. but as i said i am not noticing the importance of all i am doing. without thinking about it i ask kevin to pick a Jesus and Mary Chain album to introduce a friend to their sound and support a timeline i am purposing. he answers, but not before Leslie turns to me and opinions. i know it is not important to others and it is a minor thing in light of life most days. i am amazed, none-the-less. not that my wife has an opinion. nor that she expresses it.

i find myself stopped by her voice on this subject. Jesus and Mary Chain are an esoteric band that is probably as much status symbol as enjoyment for me.

do you know the Chain?

they are of memories and times past and continue to influence the music i love. but its not a band that Leslie has a history with. and i am not sure she would listen to them if it weren't for me. i am not sure it connects in taste all the way with her. they aren't for many. they are unimportant in the long view.

that she has an opinion defining a difference between Honey's Dead and Stoned and Dethroned means only one thing to me. whether she truly likes to listen to them or not, she has listened to them enough to form an opinion because i listen to them.

i am a bad husband, and i suddenly find the need to track down our Jennifer Knapp albums.