Friday I came home from work and was a little surprised to see one toothbrush. I am not sure what I expected. I knew K was leaving for the night/weekend and of course that means packing the toothbrush, but the sight of my lone brush startled me. This happened at Thanksgiving and I brushed it off as me: overreacting, too sensitive, neurotic,etc. But truth is, I just am growing accustom to there being two brushes and I like it better that way. It's the small things that make life worth it.