I love the silence. I love the way we spend the third Saturday of each month. Peace, serenity, just the sound of scissors snipping at the available fabrics before us.

Today’s choice is denim. You have your tongue stuck carefully between your supple lips as you cut painstakingly slowly at the old pair of jeans that you’re trying to turn into a pair of your infamous Daisy Duke shorts.

I want to chuckle at your appearance, but I don’t want to take your attention. In my lap is a pair of very old jeans that I have torn and retorn. I’ve already drawn the line where the cut is supposed to be to turn them into the jean shorts that I’m always seen wearing in the ring. With an almost inaudible sigh, I begin the cutting process.

It may seem like a waste, just spending our Saturday indoors instead of doing something remotely important. But when you lean against me, smiling up at me as you stretch your aching fingers, I know.

This is the perfect way to spend any long Saturday.