I did not marry my high school sweetheart. Of course, one has to have a high school sweetheart to get the chance of marrying one’s high school sweetheart, and … well, I did not have a high school sweetheart.
I had a kindergarten sweetheart. No, I didn’t marry my kindergarten sweetheart, either. I’m not sure the feeling was mutual back in kindergarten. I vaguely remember something about cooties, though the doctor never confirmed I had cooties.
My kindergarten sweetheart was Peter. The first time I saw him put pen to paper, I was mesmerized. The way he held his lips just so – with his tongue sticking out on the left side of his mouth. Wait. I was sitting across from Peter; his tongue was sticking out of the right side of his mouth.
Seeing Peter strike his pose always made me smile. Whenever Peter was creating or thinking, he would assume the position. His head tilted slightly and his lips tightened, while he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth. I was fascinated how he could not write or use his hands without the participation of his lips and tongue.
When my husband is involved in some sort of task, his lips strike a pose similar to Peter, minus the tongue. Rob’s lips tighten slightly and take more of a pre-pucker pose. One might describe the formation of Rob’s lips as pursed; however, I will not use the word ‘pursed’ to describe his lips or the lips of anyone else.
In my humble opinion, describing lips as pursed is overused. I blame Stephanie Meyer and the Twilight series. I think ‘pursed lips’ is on every page of every book within the Twilight series.
This past weekend, Rob and I were very busy with chores. In addition to doing chores, I spent a great deal of time looking at and watching Rob keep busy. Whenever I saw his lips strike the pose, I smiled. Even now, visualizing his pre-puckered mouth puts a smile on my face.
When I write or do chores, my lips are turned inward and held in place by my locked jaw. Realizing the tightness of my lips and jaw, I open my mouth and smile widely, trying to relax the muscles. Unconsciously, as I resume the task, my lips assume the position again.
I have a tendency to hold a great deal of tension in my jaw and mouth. I’m not the only person in the family to have such a quirk, either. My Nana was a worrier, and I dare say my Aunt (Nana’s daughter) is a worrier, too. Looking at pictures of my Nana and my Aunt, I see the lines of worry around their mouth. I know those lines are in my future, too.
Yes, if I am sitting and thinking (aka: worrying), my lips are slightly scrunched, my mouth is shut tight, and my jaw is clenched. As a result, just like Nana and my Aunt, I am beginning to see the lines of tension and nervousness appear around my mouth.
Thank goodness for sleep.
When Rob is starting to fall asleep while sitting on the couch, I will watch his head slowly tip forward. Fighting off sleep, like a child, Rob will quickly bring his head up, raise his eyebrows for a second and pucker his lips quickly, as if he is kissing the air. When I am starting to fall asleep, I feel my lips relaxing to the point that my mouth opens slowly.
Watch your mouth. If you were to look in a mirror right now, what would you see?
Side Note: Peter and I attended kindergarten through third grade together. Our elementary school closed in third grade, and our families went separate ways. In a funny coincidence while flipping through Rob’s high school year book one afternoon, I found a picture of Peter. He and Rob were in the same class, and they graduated from high school together. In fact, they graduated from Georgia Tech together, too. Pretty neat, eh? It is to me.