Pretty Girl- Eric Clapton
I was supposed to be packing up to move to Omaha and I came down with some strange summer flu. I was running a fever and by hauling things around, packing them up, running from one end of the house to the other I was causing the fever to get worse. I was banished (thanks mom ;P) to the sofa and Jonathan was my keeper (and the person keeping me away from the thermometer). Having finally settled down, I started my treatments while Jonathan and I listened to music through the front room TV. I was knee-deep in my treatments, hacking up a left lung and Eric Clapton’s “Pretty Girl” came on. Jonathan was humming along and when I glanced over at him I saw him looking at me. Looking at me, like I was the prettiest girl at a time when I felt very physically ugly. I was grunge-y, sweaty, feverish, probably a smidge smelly, but worst of it all I was gross, and yet looking at him I could tell that wasn’t what he saw. In that moment, watching him watch me, I felt so fortunate and loved. Reflecting on our relationship, it has not ceased to amaze me when I see how deeply Jonathan respects and loves me. It leaves me in awe of what an incredible individual he is and how lucky I am to have him. It’s reflecting on moments like these that I fall more deeply in love with him.
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