There are voices that lift me up as soon as I hear them. My love sings to our cats and to me. He just makes stuff up, or he sings one of our names to the tune of some classic melody. Whenever he sings "geeee geeee, gee gee gee gee gee, geeeee geeeee, gee gee gee gee gee, geeeeee geeeee, gee gee gee gee gee, gee...gee gee gee gee gee gee," I tell him, quite sincerely, that it's my favorite song in the known universe (making fun of Randy Jackson is one of our routines).
I also love how "my girl" sounds when he says it to or about me. I get all silly-happy and feel full of safe and home. He talks to our cats, too. When I think of a man talking all cutsie to animals, it sounds discomforting or kind of unpleasant, but when Bob talks to Moon or Kayto it's adorable. He's funny and charming and Moon-kitty eats it up like she understands every word. I think even Kate, despite all her bitchy back-talk, thrives on attention from Bob.
Jen's voice is always full of wide-open-no-holds-barred-L-O-V-E love. The sincerity of her joy is unquestionable and unwavering. It is my wish for the world that everyone has someone like Jenny in their life...someone who notices all the small miracles and points to them and says, "WOW, that was beautiful. Did you see that?" And you see and hear and feel it with her and through her, even if you didn't notice it without her. She carries a JOY virus and everyone around her catches it. I enjoy hearing her ideas. She has five million brilliant ideas. When she describes one, I can see it so clearly. I can see it all happening in the world already, as if time stopped and we are able to get a big giant glimpse of all of it all-at-once, and there are her dreams lined up and enjoying themselves, waiting for us to come inside. The universe was so wise in its creation of Jenny.
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