Scott is missing a tooth--a molar on his upper left side. Consequently, he never truly grins. For photographs he's perfected a closed-lip smirk. Catch him off guard and he may give you a crooked smile, just enough to see the tips of his teeth.
Lately I've been seeing the missing molar. It's because we've been laughing. The throw your head back and laugh until your stomach hurts and you have a stitch in your side laughs. Neither of us has been saying anything particularly funny, but rather I think it's the joys of simply being together. A gentle jab aimed and then we're wrestling on the floor and blowing raspberries on each other's unveiled flesh. Wayward spoons of sauce while we're cooking. Shower Mohawks.
As much as I'm a stickler for pearly teeth, I don't mind seeing the gap in the corner of his mouth. The exposed fissure means he's happy. He's so content that he can't remember to hide his flaws. He's simply existing.
Seeing the gap is making me fall for him.
9:55 AM
3 weeks ago
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BF has the most girly belly laugh ever. In the very early days I used to cringe when he laughed (esp in public). . .Now I think its the best sound ever and love to make him do it.
Man I am so happy for you this is wonderful. I hope your friends are coming round to it? They must be, who couldn't when you are so happy.
This is so great!! :) Very cute!!
Ahh... that's wonderful.
That is so freaking precious! Somebody is in l-o-v-e... :o)
I can't believe no one used the "fall into the gap" joke yet.
I'm disappointed in all of you! :-)
You win ;)
So happy for you. And so, soooo envious.
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