The thing I might miss most about teamwork living is the juggling act that goes along with it. The overlooked details that magically get done anyway, despite my own neglect and indifference. I might forget to cork the unfinished wine from the previous night, only to come home during my lunch hour riffling through the cupboards for Annie's mac and cheese to find that bottle of wine now sitting demurely on the top of the fridge, vacuum stopper in place. My favorite thing about these moments is that they tend to occur on days when I don't roll over and think, oh yeah, better cork the wine, but instead on days when the wine bottle is the furthest thing from my mind. It's like you've become a safety net, occasionally catching those last little things and propelling them back into play.
(Infinite play, that is.)
There's some unspoken magic about that, and sometimes it outweighs all of the more obvious fantastic things that make a relationship worth having. I think that is a good manifestation of the being intertwined, because it's taking what really should have been my thought, and instead you are having it, and you act on it.
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