2/15/09

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I bonked my damn head on a kitchen cabinet today, and as soon as I started to cry Joe came running to my rescue and held my head in his hands. It feels really good to have someone that will take care of me. When I was a teenager, I was terrified that when I moved out on my own I wouldn't have anyone to take care of me when I felt bad. At first, Julie and I took care of each other, and now I have Joe. I've never had to face that fear, and I'm very happy about that.

(A couple of hours later, Joe came into the living room with a big, childlike frown on his face, and exclaimed "I hit my head too." He sat down on the couch next to me and I patted his head until he felt better.)

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