Little Moments

Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can't even remember now
What she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute
That I couldn't even act like I was mad
Yeah I live for little moments like that.

She had just turned 16, and I had just gotten my first car. Britney had no clue how to drive, so I volunteered to teach her; I figured it would be the perfect excuse to spend extra time with her. We had covered all the basics-turning, breaking, accelerating, and she was actually doing pretty well; that is until we got to parking. I told Britney she didn't need to know how to parallel park--that's what the valet is for, but she is too stubborn for her own good. Well, needless to say my new car didn't look so new, but I honestly didn't care because as "fuck" left her mouth, her cheeks turned bright red and she immediately pleaded with me, "J I'm so sorry! I'll pay for it I swear." And as she rested her hand on my shoulder, I felt a spark. That was the first time I really saw past the pretty girl who was my best friend; now I saw a beautiful woman who was slowly, but surely capturing my heart.

That's like just last year on my birthday
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was going off
She was just about to cry until I took her in my arms
And I tried not to let her see me laugh
Yeah I live for little moments like that.

Britney is not a cook. She never has been and she probably never will be. Yet she tries, and she's just so cute when she tries that I don't have the heart to tell her that the product is terrible. I don't know how many times I have come home to find the oven on fire, the kitchen in shambles, and Britney, covered in flour, holding the extinguisher. She'll look at me with tears in her eyes, and she always says, "I'm so sorry. I wanted to make this romantic dinner, and I've ruined the whole night." And so, I always take her in my arms and say, "You didn't ruin anything Brit. I don't need any fancy food. I just need you." She'll smile and stand on her toes and gently press her lips against mine. It always leads to more because she just looks so damn irresistible covered in flour.

I know she's not perfect
But she tries so hard for me
And I thank God that she isn't
Cause how boring would that be
It's the little imperfections
It's the sudden change of plans
When she misreads the directions
And we're lost but holding hands
Yeah I live for little moments like that.

Britney constantly is labeled perfect by the media, and she hates it. She hates having to live up to that image for the public because she always fears that she will let them down. She feels she has to be perfect particularly around me. I think she's afraid that I won't love her if she's not. What she doesn't realize is that I love her the most when she is just Britney, not Britney Spears the Superstar. I love it when she sits at the breakfast table and slurps the milk in her cereal. I love it when she cracks her knuckles. I love it when her hair is piled on her head and she's wearing a T-shirt and my boxers. I love it when she bites her bottom lip, and I even love the words lordy and goob. I love it when she makes a mistake and something goes wrong because she gets this lost puppy look on her face, and I get to lace my fingers through hers and tell her that it's okay. I just love her.

When she's laying on my shoulder
On the sofa in the dark
And about the time she falls asleep
So does my right arm
And I want so bad to move it
Because it's tingling and it's numb
She looks so much like an angel
That I don't want to wake her up
Yeah I live for little moments
When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that.

Some of my favorite memories are the simplest. I love watching Britney sleep. She's just so peaceful. She always sleeps on my chest with one arm wrapped around me and the other tucked under her. Her head rests just below my chin, and both of my arms are wrapped around her. It is our position, and it is possibly my favorite thing in the world. Just holding her, and watching her eye lashes flutter, and hearing her breathe, and feeling her heart beat. The best is when she ever so softly murmurs "Justin" in her sleep and then snuggles closer to me. It always sends my heart soaring. It's happened so many times I've lost count, but each time I fall in love with her again.

It the little moments that make me love her.