Rope Anniversary

(Technically, I'm a little early. The day itself is the 3rd of July, recorded verbally here and visually, above.)

Tesoro,

For demonstrating Newton's Third Law on my bratty self (it's why I do it, you know),
For Hot Pockets while I'm still fuzzy with endorphines,
For wrangling my little monster for an hour so I can enjoy a bath,
And for a double handful of other things, large and small,
Thank you.

Ti amo, baby.

Time=Care

"Where your treasure is, there your heart is, also."

Well, yes.

But where your heart is and where your attention goes aren't necessarily obviously the same things. Some translation is often in order to bring the mewling kitten of the body in line with the fisherman of the mind:

Just because I am out catching fish all day instead of sitting here scratching your ears does not mean I no longer love you. In fact, it means just the opposite: that I love you so much I want to feed you--and myself, also--as well as I can. I wish I could do both, but sweetheart, you can't swim. Go catch mice and I'll scratch you as best I can with net-burned fingers tonight. Deal?

And of course it's a deal, it's always a deal. I'll even clean your hands afterwards, although I admit, it's as much for the taste as the service.

Just...in all the casting of nets and scrubbing of decks and provisioning of voyages? Don't forget to put your hand down now and then and scratch a bit, ah?

It's what makes the mice worth chasing.
Well.
That and I love you.

And sometimes, they're entertaining mice.