we find ourselves doing stupid things everyday but i don't mind, certainly you don't either because that's just the way we do things around here (and it's not as if we're hurting anybody, but if we were then they better fuck off our own happy world)

of course to us they're more than just stupid things but right now labels just aren't all that important

i see you holding a small green metallic box and a couple of other things:

a rubber duck
a toy camera
a few toy blocks you stole from your nephew
the black cat head plushie thingy that i gave you out of impulse
a couple of alphabet stickers

and a few more things i don't bother to name anymore, because i'm more engrossed in the way you smile as you hold those things (near to your heart)

"let's make a time capsule"
you tell me and i laugh, and even more when you start pursing your lips in the same way that little yellow rubber ducky is smiling

"we'll bury it then dig it up when we're really really old"
"well how are we going to remember to dig it up if we're really really old?"

you smack me in the chest and i take the box full of our 'treasures' before you haul them at me

"we'll just do, so shut up"
and i do, for a while playing with the alphabet stickers and putting random letters on the roof of the box as you go back to the other room, probably to look for more things to put there

come to think of it, all of these things really are treasures — my silly gifts on your birthday (the rubber duck), your silly gifts on our anniversary (the toy camera), and milestones in our relationship (you stole the blocks when we went to your sister's place because i made a comment about how it'd be cute if we had kids)

and i could only smile

because really, my most prized treasure could never fit in this small box

(but maybe these will do just as good)

you