“The Little Things”

What’s important in life is based upon how we define it.

We go to the dentist to clean off our teeth and keep our gums and body healthy. We accept this as a necessary and proper way to proceed.

However, sometimes there are other needs.

When I first visited with my fiance, we stayed the night over at his friend’s house. I hadn’t expected to, so did not have my toothbrush toiletries.

The amazing, differing things we ate that night resulted in a tiny calcium deposit forming on the inside of my front two touching bottom teeth for lack of flossing.

Whenever my tongue explored the groove from behind, I could feel it there.

At first, it irritated me, for I like my teeth to feel clean.

But, as I returned to The States, I realized it was one thing I carried home from my time there that had any type of permanence on the material plane and could always be with me.

As I worked odd jobs seeking stable employment, bartered at a hostel, camped out of my car, and couch-surfed, whenever I needed consolation and reassurance that our time together had been real, the tip of my tongue would seek and find our witness.

I viewed my time of hardship’s endurance as a trial-by-fire to purge weakness and become stronger.

Though I needed help and ached for an equally financially-contributing partnership, I didn’t want my fiance for superficial materialism.

I wanted him for his warm, canoodling laughter and his innovative, inclusive playfulness.

I believed he would help me, once he arrived, we married, and could get established.

I was to be the “bread winner” and provider for our family, initially.

For his love, I would have carried him over any mountain.