It's the face.

The one that he makes when he thinks he's right.

And the one that he makes when I've proved him right.

And the one that he makes when he tells a story.

And the one he makes when he wants to kiss me.

And the one that he makes when he's intently listening to music.

All great faces.

But my favorite

would have to be

the one that he makes

when I do something truly ridiculous and probably embarrassing.

Because it involves a huge smile and a loud, high pitched cackle.

And it tells me that he really does like me.

I know he does.



And, my oh my, how I like him too.