When the movers were moving all my boxes into the house, one of the boxes started making a low buzzing sound, and the nice and burly mover who was moving it said, what do you have in here, like a toy dog or something? And I looked at him, confused for a second, then I guess a look of blushing panic spread across my face because he kind of barked an embarrassed sort of laugh, then he scurried off to the other room with the box still buzzing. When he dropped it to the floor, the buzzing stopped, and from across the house he yelled out, everything’s okay now! And then, with head averted, he went back to the truck for another load of boxes (and, clearly, to share the good news of a confirmed “Code V,” or whatever name they have for it, with the other movers).

I love you, Evany.