whenever i see your smiling face

Morning. Soren's had insomnia again, so I'm letting him sleep in, rather than pushing him awake to go to the gym this morning. It's his birthday, after all.

My insomnia, if it can be called that, involved my waking up fully and abruptly at 5:10 this morning. So I did what any right-minded woman would do at that hour: I shaved my head.

Yeah, right. I shaved my head because I was awake, because we're going out to hang out with friends tonight, and because when Soren does wake up, and pad the length of the apartment from the bedroom to the bathroom, he will pass me at my computer, see my clean scalp, and smile. And I love his smile.

Not that he has just one, mind you, and not that this is my absolute favorite smile of his, but there is something about the look of delight, amazement, and joy that he wears each time he sees me with a freshly shaved head that is special, and touches me.

He'll get up in a little while, I'll pour him coffee, and kiss his rosygold cheek, and we'll talk about our plans for the day, before I go into the city to work, and before he settles back down with the manuscript.