Okay. Here I am sitting at the computer, checking my e-mail. Bing walks in, reminds me that we have to leave for a wake (her uncle died) in a half hour and then looks curiously at my face.
"Hold still. I'll be right back," she says.
She returns a moment later with a tweezers.
"Hold still, you have a chin hair that is really long," she tells me.
Oh, great. A chin hair?
She plucks it in one fell swoop. I ask to see it, she says no, it will upset me and tosses it into the wastebasket.
"So..um...just how long was it?" I ask her.
"I'd guess maybe a half inch," she says.
A HALF INCH???
She leans down and kisses me.
"Now, you won't scare my relatives at the wake," she says.
It occurs to me that this is love. When you trim chin hair for each other.