Baby Talk

It is only a matter of time before you start talking to your significant other in a way you wouldn't want the public to hear. You use some weird voice and your language disintegrates into mush. I can barely talk to Nick on the phone in public anymore without slipping. And I know I am not alone, because I hear my friends talk to their boyfriends and I laugh to myself, or out loud. I find that really funny, the way that couples talk to each other in a sort of embarrassing morsecode, and this is a sign of true intimacy. I guess that makes sense though, since nobody wants to share their secret couple language with anyone else. And I think this is true across couples, it doesn't really matter what type of person you are. After a while, you create this alternate universe full of silly nicknames, perverted inside jokes, and conversations about that time you said something ridiculously stupid ( like the time you called Islam a language, not that I did that or anything.)

I think being closer to babies, in any way, makes you a happier person (unless you actually have one.) I am surely this barely makes sense, but oh well, that is why it is just my blog and not something that is actually getting published. Anyway, I think about young couples a lot. How beautiful they look, totally fresh and unburdened by anything by their love for one another. The world is full of possibilities and all the liberties of life like travel and exploration can be done with this partner, this person you have fun with. I love looking at young married couples too, with babies. Before the parents start calling each other mom and dad and the mother is not overweight yet and the father does not look overtired. Basically, before they have given themselves to parenthood and the workforce completely. There is this quote that reminds me of that image from a Meg Wolitzer novel, "What babies they were, those children, all children, for no one forgets the early pleasure of seeing two parents together; no one forgets the incomprehensible safety and symmetry of that image. For children, parents aren't a two-backed beast but instead an enormous two-winged bird, each parent represented a wing, with all the children riding on top, holding on by grabbing tufts of feathers, letting themselves be carried aloft."