When the piano baby acts the bit of a beast, but together you have cultivated a place where you can have the conversation that says "I am frustrated--why did you do this and why did I do that?", and while you journal out all of your thoughts, she takes about a million pictures that you find when you go to check your phone. And you think about the day that you said "What do I need to know about you?" and she looked at you with genuine shock and replied "But you know everything about me!" And you think about how if this is what your life is made of, you are glad that she is a piece of it, frustration included.
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