Here’s the deal: when you get married, you have to put up with your loved one’s quirks. So, all those times your baby brother would fart in your face and laugh and you’d be thinking to yourself: “one day, one day I can get out of this.”
Nope.
No way.
The quirks…they never go away. My husband doesn’t fart in my face (because lawd knows, it would officially become a Fart-Off of who could win “Biggest Fart” or maybe an award for best Fart Ambush), nor does he have “quirks,” per se. There are things, though, that you learn about your partner that make you go: “hmmm…” It’s what makes them so unique. Maybe a better word for it would be “quirk-y.”
See, when we went to Split, we walked around. Husband took a lot of photos of things that I was too busy trying not ship my pants to notice. We went to Hvar, an island off the coast of Split. It’s beautiful since there’s a fortress at the top of a hill in Hvar.
St. Domnius in Split.“You hear that?” said my husband. It was the sound of thousands — I mean, thousands — of cicadas. “I love that sound.”
Scratching my head…then my shoulders…then arms, neck and pretty much scratching everything because I thought a plague was attacking (don’t act like bugs don’t give you the heebee jeebees), I asked him why.
“I don’t know, guess it reminds me of my childhood. I used to try and catch them. It was fun.” He’s not the only one with those odd little quirks: I happen to like that dead fishy smell that rolls in from the ocean during low tide. It always reminded me of home (my home was NOT in a fish, by the way, it was just very close to the beach). It’s a smell everyone should experience because it’s so uniquely Southern California.
We stood there for a time, admiring the sound of the cicadas in Hvar. And while those little buzzy-mcbuzzingtons are creepy, it’s this one little quirk that –that one little thing– that helps you make memories.
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