Not too long before that very, very big day is upon us. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a dream–an unfathomable dream with the happiest of endings. You know the story: the boy gets the shrew, and the shrew realizes she’s really a wife in shrew clothing. Ach, I still don’t like the word “wife.” Or “husband” for that matter.
Reid calls me a hedgehog when I bristle about silly things like that. He’s right. While I don’t think I’m hedgehogzilla, I do think it’s endemically human to be my silliest when the stakes are at their highest? I mean we are handling “happily ever after” here!
Nevertheless Reid tackles life like a duck. It all just slides right off his perfectly preened back.
I think that ducks and hedgehogs make a good team. Sometimes a duck could use spindles. Hedgehogs definitely need to be reminded that all of our prickliness just makes us cuter. Reid’s very good at that.
I’m one lucky hedge-duck.