pursuer of the trivial.
reason they invented Tensor bandages.
one who sometimes confuses the sublime and the ridiculous.
stuck jar opener.
stockpiler of lemons and pepper grinders and handfuls of rosemary and thyme and sometimes tiny powdered donuts.
trapless but annoyed enemy of mice.
decisive one when no one else will be.
questioner when everyone seems a little too decisive.
singer of the same line, over and over, not because I don’t know the rest, but because that line! it’s so great.
splasher in waves, diver in pools, floater in lakes, wader in the stream, laughing idiot in the waterfall.
thrower of unplanned parties, happy in the midst of a list scrawled on my hand.
person who trips over the same part of the rug, every day, for a decade, without moving the rug.
one who remembers the name of that guy who worked at that place that the car broke down at, ten years ago.
human equivalent of yellow caution tape if I see you headed for the washed-out bridge.
big eyes behind the bigger lenses.
daughter of fierceness and kindness, doled out in equal measure.
would-be DJ, if the mandate is “eclectic.”
deliverer of both one-liners and rambling stories.
opener of windows.
calamity without the Jane.
mother who doesn’t need kids to mother — just the moment.
author of a million writing projects, some silly, all unfinished, occasionally awkward, mostly to remain unfinished, none worthless.
first out of bed, five out of seven days.
kneader of dough, checker of golden-brownness, stirrer of sauces, chopper of herbs, judger of al dente, grater of cheese.
decisive wielder of a red pen and an endless supply of purple Post-it flags.
laugh you can pick out of the crowd.
one who loves you.