Last night Gabry and I rented There's Something About Mary which I had never seen. The humor was not as horribly uncomfortable as I expected it to be. It was sweet and funny. The best part was watching it with Gabry, though. She had told me about the scenes with the dog and, when she told me, laughed so intensely I thought she might hurt herself.
One of the things I absolutely cherish about Gabry is that she is playful when it suits her. For all her being focused on her research and discussions of philosophy, if she is in the mood to play then that is what she will do. The other day at lunch, she stole my nose and ate it and then went into a fit of giggles.
As some of you can guess, this is part of why we get along so well. We can study quietly or have an intense debate about the nature of touch or giggle like we're twelve (or five). And it's not as aspect of her a person would necessarily guess by looking at her. She is this poised and beautiful Italian woman. And she is, for the most part, unabashedly herself.
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