You know what's nice?

Well lots of things are nice.
Warm spring days in Madison are nice.
Espresso Royale coffee on state street is nice.
Having someone offer you their seat whent hey get up to leave because they noticed you'd been standing by your wife for a while is nice.
McDonalds Shamrock shakes are nice. But probably because you can only get them once a year.... like morels... Is it weird for someone to crave something they've never had before? Like if someone had never had a shamrock shake before, would it be weird for them to come home and say "i'm craving a shamrock shake"?
Shortbread girl scout cookies are nice with coffee, and carmel delites are nice with cold milk.
Paperback books that fit in your pocket are nice.

But that's not really what I had in mind.
When you've been with a person for the better part of a decade you forget to look at them sometimes. You see them, you gaze into their eyes, you get infatuated with their fingers - and sometimes you spend hours obsession over their cuticles.
Sometimes you have to pop their zits too. Or check to see if a piercing is infected. Sometimes if you're really lucky you get to peel their sunburn.
But you forget to look at them. It's not that you're avoiding them, or trying to look elsewhere, but you quite seeing them as other people see them.
I think that's why new haircuts get you laid. At least it works for married people or long running couples. It forces you to stop and look at them all over again. Or a new dress, or even just getting a little fancied up for an evening out.
But I digress....
I took Ashley to piano lessons today, and since it was so nice out I sat out in the car and read my book.
Towards the end of the lesson this car pulls up behind me. I glanced up into the mirror "probably the Mom of the next kid in line for lessons" I thought. And I did a double take. She was hot. In that first second when I saw this beautiful mom I had all sorts of impure thoughts. Then I felt guilty and looked back down at my book. Then in the third second it dawned on me. That's my Sarah!
She had been having a bad day, so she swung by to see if she could catch me at before we left lessons (to ask if I had any cash so she could buy a shamrock shake).

When you unexpectedly see someone that you've known for the better part of a decade, and you get that moment when you look at them like you are seeing them for the first time, and still find them just as beautiful as you ever did.... ...that's nice.