gibberish

during our morning run, a large turtle was in our path.  i don't think i've ever seen one that size in the wild, and it was just hanging out.  i wasn't even sure if it was alive, but my husband saw its head move.  by the time we turned around again, it was already gone.

since we couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl (though i usually just assume animals are males, lol), i decided to name it 'shelby' for a girl and 'shelton' for a boy.  hopefully we'll see her/him again.

when my husband and i used to work and commute together, we would often see (what we believed to be) the same blackbird perched on a tree as we approached the light at the base of the exit ramp off the turnpike.  one day, my husband called him 'george' and that was it.  every morning thereafter we'd say, "hi george!", "good morning george!", "how's it going, george?"  he couldn't hear us or reply of course, but that didn't stop us.  soon, we noticed that george was consorting with 3 other birds, who we were convinced were his girlfriends.  so we appropriately named them georgia, georgina, and georgette.

even after i changed jobs, i would ask about george and his girls, and loved seeing the instant recognition on hubbie's face.  it was something between us and only us that we understood, like our own language.

this probably makes us sound like crazy people, but it's the silly things that tie us together, that make our relationship ours.