It's hard for me to talk about us in a public place; partially because I hate the idea of talking about me, and partially because my memory is faulty in most things.  So what I write, I need to do so while it's fresh in my mind.  So here we go.

Most of you out there know that I'm fairly ivory tower.  I don't see the world outside my own head a lot, and to an extent, I like it that way.  I like the abstract, yet malleable creations that exist in the mind alone; to a certain degree, this means I actively try to ignore the world of the physical.

And yet.  And yet here I am, at 9 at night, squeeing over napkin rings.  Admiring their style, and thinking how they'll match the rest of the sets we're adding to our registries.  Being with Teace makes me care about these things.  Makes them real.  Not just 'grab what's first on the page/shelf/etc.' and go on, but really look for and plan out things, even the little things, to make them worthwhile and harmonious and beautiful for our place together.

For our life together.  Because even though all of these things do not define either of us-- my beloved is just as fond of castles in the sky as I am-- they are a part of the togetherness that we have forged and are refining, a part of the life and definitions that we are making for ourselves.  So I see the joy in them, even though I'd be hard pressed to remember what they are at times, because each one, each care put into selection, is a part of the togetherness that is growing and living between us.

Napkin rings-- little things.  Joy in the details, love in the whole.