"Yes,” he nods proudly. Then speaks more Polish to me, even though he knows I won’t understand. I love this about people; I’ve found we all do it. I smile and nod because his energy is contagious and, “No, I don’t understand,” seems like such a sad thing to say sometimes, so I nod more and hand him back his pen and he says, No, for you, and I put in in my back and he laughs and claps and they all speak more enthusiastically and I figure I probably just married him without my knowing."

meaghano: oh yeah, before I forget