All that said? I freaking miss him. And wanted a chance to list a few things I love about him— large and small. I love Alec. And you know I love me a list.
So. Without further ado
Alec:
- has a deep, deep love for board games and will discuss them at length with anyone, any time, any place (even strangers… in line at the grocery store)
- has the actual kindest eyes that sparkle like diamonds when he smiles therefore reducing me to a drippy pool of goo
- has a deep, deep love for theatre and will discuss it at length with anyone, any time, any place
- is always up for a walk on our "favorite streets," always (I mean always)
- is always up for a laugh, always (I mean always)
- is always up for a laugh, always (I mean always)
- has a deep, deep love for board games and will discuss them at length with anyone, any time, any place (even strangers… in line at the grocery store)
- has the actual kindest eyes that sparkle like diamonds when he smiles therefore reducing me to a drippy pool of goo
- wakes me every morning with a kiss on the forehead and the question “will you be mine today?”
- he tells me I'm pretty, even when it is abundantly obvious that "pretty" is not what is happening, lol
- quite charmingly, does not really care about “sportsball” but cares a great deal about fantasy football (and extra charmingly, he once asked me what the “symbol” on my Tigers baseball t-shirt was to my extraordinary delight. Don’t worry, Detroiters: I set him straight)
- makes an out-of-this world traditional stir fry (it is apparently very important to use day-old rice)
- makes an equally out-of-this-world egg of any variety
- is, was, and continues to be very supportive about my Jewishness in all its iterations and colors and shapes and never gets judgey or squeamish about the word “G-d” and is always up to try new things and learn new things with chutzpah
- loves board games more than any person I have ever, ever known. So much so that he texts his best friend henry out of absolutely nowhere to explain in detail a special move he made in a board game he played by himself, and though the boxes of games have taken over our entire 800 square foot home, it is worth it to see his glee.
- sends me pictures of Tati even when we are all in the same room
- is the biggest, most passionate, most genuinely enthusiastic cheerleader to everyone he loves without a scrap of comparison or envy or anything other than astonishing genuine enthusiasm and celebration.
- he tells me I'm pretty, even when it is abundantly obvious that "pretty" is not what is happening, lol
- quite charmingly, does not really care about “sportsball” but cares a great deal about fantasy football (and extra charmingly, he once asked me what the “symbol” on my Tigers baseball t-shirt was to my extraordinary delight. Don’t worry, Detroiters: I set him straight)
- makes an out-of-this world traditional stir fry (it is apparently very important to use day-old rice)
- makes an equally out-of-this-world egg of any variety
- is, was, and continues to be very supportive about my Jewishness in all its iterations and colors and shapes and never gets judgey or squeamish about the word “G-d” and is always up to try new things and learn new things with chutzpah
- loves board games more than any person I have ever, ever known. So much so that he texts his best friend henry out of absolutely nowhere to explain in detail a special move he made in a board game he played by himself, and though the boxes of games have taken over our entire 800 square foot home, it is worth it to see his glee.
- sends me pictures of Tati even when we are all in the same room
- is the biggest, most passionate, most genuinely enthusiastic cheerleader to everyone he loves without a scrap of comparison or envy or anything other than astonishing genuine enthusiasm and celebration.
- really hates to be wet (and will avoid activities with the excuse ".........sounds wet")
- puts so much love into the dinners he makes us, I swear I can taste the actual love like it is an additional spice
- is a bonafide master at playlist compilation assemblage AND naming (I'm telling you his skill level in this arena is wholly unmatched)
- is just so good— and I mean so, so staggeringly good— at being a Cat Dad
- is very very brave about his big big feelings
- truly appreciates when we go to a musical and I explain in staggering Wikipedia-like detail the entire history of the musical 5 minutes before it begins.
- takes longer than anyone I have ever known to hang something on a wall. A mirror, a frame. A hanging plant— my Gd. I bet he breaks records for h o w f r e a k i n g l o n g it takes him to hang a thing. Bless him. But it’s always straight as hell.
- knows that my favorite flowers are ranunculus and when he cannot buy me an actual ranunculus, sends me photos of them “just because”
- will pull over (in a nanosecond) to do something fun
- teaches me every single day (without being a jerk about it) about how to expand my thinking, empathy and capacity to connect with humanity, and also encourages people to be their very highest selves.
- is not afraid of taking giant, big, scary leaps into the unknown
- has *that* gene where he is incredibly good with little kids (and it isn’t put on, or dumbed down— just a genuine joy spent playing)
- truly appreciates when we go to a musical and I explain in staggering Wikipedia-like detail the entire history of the musical 5 minutes before it begins.
- takes longer than anyone I have ever known to hang something on a wall. A mirror, a frame. A hanging plant— my Gd. I bet he breaks records for h o w f r e a k i n g l o n g it takes him to hang a thing. Bless him. But it’s always straight as hell.
- knows that my favorite flowers are ranunculus and when he cannot buy me an actual ranunculus, sends me photos of them “just because”
- will pull over (in a nanosecond) to do something fun
- teaches me every single day (without being a jerk about it) about how to expand my thinking, empathy and capacity to connect with humanity, and also encourages people to be their very highest selves.
- is not afraid of taking giant, big, scary leaps into the unknown
- has *that* gene where he is incredibly good with little kids (and it isn’t put on, or dumbed down— just a genuine joy spent playing)
- kisses like whoa
- will drop whatever he is doing when you tell him you are feeling down and do whatever it takes to ease the moment (sometimes that includes telling a story, sometimes a distraction, and sometimes just holding you in silence)
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