The little moments

Our schedules are still very different, so we grasp our minutes together with both hands. The hour between the end of my working day and the start of Oscar's we spend in conversation and hugs. We try to cram a day's worth of physical contact and emotional closeness into the small amounts of time allotted to us.

We rely on the small gestures to remind each other of our love. I wash the dishes, Oscar hangs out the laundry. He picks me up from work, I buy him trousers online. We email, text and IM regularly, sometimes with nothing more than "I like you!", but there's always little reminders of our importance to each other.

This morning I was in a rush. I kissed the slumbering Oscar goodbye, stuffed all my important possessions in my handbag and ran out the door. I didn't look at my phone til I got to work, and my wallpaper had changed. Instead of the dramatic Japanese blockprint that sat in the background the night before, there was a close-up of a scrap of paper, and in a scrawl  of red pen was the statement,  "Oscar loves Caramella".