Did I tell you about that time I chipped my tooth? …on G-man’s tooth?
One should really know who has the stronger teeth in the relationship before doing something as dangerous as going in for a kiss.
I have now established that I, in fact, am not the one with the stronger teeth. It may seem small, but its big in my mind.
After returning home, I quickly got into the dentist and there was little they could do. Now I’ll always have this little wave in my tooth, and as silly as it may sound and as much as no one else will really notice it, I notice it just about every day.
Embracing new little imperfections is a work in progress.
So if you take away anything from today, let it be to go in s-l-o-w-l-y for a kiss. Preferably with flags waving you both in and yellow caution lights flashing.