~Saturday, December 31, 2011


Christmas came and went quietly. There was no snow, no Christmas miracles like last year. My family has shrunk so much that there are no traditions anymore. We each exchange a single present. Christmas takes about seven minutes. It's times like these that the thought occurs to me that it's time to start my own family and my own traditions. Circle of life and all of that messy mess. Easier said than done.

Abraham had spent most of Hanukkah with his own family up North. I had wondered if returning to his family would create some sort of distance between us. Perhaps he would be reminded of his quest for a nice, Jewish girl as opposed to generic me. But he faithfully appeared in my text inbox daily. He sent me pictures of his excursions and things that made him think of me. That's the point: he was thinking about me.

As soon as his plane landed and he was able to turn his phone back on, he asked me to meet him. After my party had died down, I drove to his place. We collapsed on his couch together, and, I swear, he held me a little tighter.

"Did you miss me?" I asked him.

"Mmm hmm. A seven."

I understand things better in degrees. Abraham has learned this. Instead of a placating "maybe," he has learned to give me Vegas odds: There is an 80% chance I'll make it.

I looked up at him, "A seven out of what?"

"You decide."

"Ten. Seven out of ten." I pressed into the space between his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around me until I could no longer see the TV and squeezed. My fear was unfounded. If anything, he was more present.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

Suddenly I felt awkward and embarrassed. Of course I missed him. I told him before he got on the plane that I was going to spend my time wailing, gnashing my teeth and other general unpleasantries until he returned. But to answer him seriously made me feel vulnerable.

I shifted uncomfortably, "You know I did. I told you so."

I put him through the wringer all the time, but the one time he asked me and I failed him.

We climbed into bed. The night was spent in constant contact, not letting the other person go. As he rolled from his side to his back, he obediently lifted his arm so I could lie on his shoulder.

"I missed you," I murmured sincerely.

I don't know that he heard me.


Abraham returned to work the next morning, but I had another week off to putter about the city. I did not waste my time. I had my carpets cleaned. Harvey's husband met me and helped me lug a mattress to my apartment. I met my brother and father for lunch, twice. I attended a baby shower. I manned up and ran a 5k. I was invited to lunch at Chick-fil-A headquarters, and I met friends at a brewery for a tasting. I was busier than if I had been at work.

This time it was my turn to take pictures of things I saw and send them to Abraham. The things I did, I was not alone. Abraham saw them. I was reminded of a line from Shall We Dance: "Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness."

Last week I was his, and this week he was mine. We were each other's witnesses.


Je m'appelle Danielle said...

The post you linked back to was when I started reading your blog, oh how the year has gone by!

Its interesting reading the linked post and your openness with Valdosta, yet your hesitation with Abraham.

Not to be all movie of the week, but say whatever is on your mind, and it shouldn't make you uncomfortable. I think he likes that about you or he would have never noticed you to begin with.

Happy New Year... in a couple days.

Anonymous said...

My dear, I doubt there is anything generic about you!

That said, your writing continues to impress me.

Gretta James said...

Love this post..
Gretta x

j said...

Awesome! Happy New Year!

Anonymous said...

Love it. Love you two together.

AmericanBridget (Jones) said...

Sounds like a pleasant and encouraging end to a 2011. Cheers to a 2012 for you.

Sophie said...

Here's to you two having a fab 2012 together! X

D said...

You liiiike him :)

So happy for you! May 2012 bring you lots of love and good sex!

Angela said...

It's lovely to hear you so happy. :)

I remember the posts about Valdosta, and the disappointment I felt when you posted about the break-up. My back had gone out on me, and I was stuck here in bed, with my bed next to my desk, arm at a funny angle, keyboard on lap, reading your archives, rather than the books I had sprinkled around me. I'm glad the drama kings and queens are no longer hassling you, and that you've found a genuinely good guy.

Happy New Year! <3

Anonymous said...


INDIA>.......Call me on this numbers baby... i will be there for you.

Miss Devylish said...

Seriously how many 'freakin adorable' comments can I leave? I wonder how many..

Megan said...

I think you might have found yourself a great man, and he an incredible woman. Happy 2012!


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