both behind and before...
But it's only because they are my favorite things.
And I don't want to forget what I was drinking or thinking when we listened to our favorite songs.
I'm pretty sure he didn't think about the fact that I would talk to strangers and embarrass him everywhere we go. Everywhere. We go.
For example, it is usually not enough for me to take a picture of the sign as we drive by.
I made him pull over, get out, and take a picture of my Vanna White pose. As traffic drove by and I didn't care one bit. (Many of you reading this have also been thrust into embarrassment by my cockamamie ideas. And you know you loved it.)
And so we ended up with multiple shots of the very same pose, and all the while cars were driving by and I was making a spectacle of myself and my sweet husband. I'm pretty sure he didn't account for all this with the wedding ring.
But it's a package deal. It comes with me. I cannot be extracted from my extroverted tendencies, my spontaneity, and my ridiculousness.
I'm the sprinkles on his sundae; he's the string to my kite.
Good thing he likes me. At least enough to keep playing my games.
(Thanks for a good three days, you handsome man. I like running away with you.)
"It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them."
~ Agatha Christie