Throughout our courtship and marriage, Sara always made it a point to remind me how much she loved my butt. It was partly a reference to her favorite tv show Bob’s Burgers, where one of the characters is a butt-obsessed teenager, but it was also one of Sara’s playful ways of trying to make sure I knew she found me attractive. She even referenced this in her wedding vows.
My Love, I am so blessed to be marrying you today. You’re my dreamboat, my only darling, and you have my favorite butt.
From Sara’s wedding vows, 11/18/2016
I miss Sara’s comments about my butt. This makes me want to both laugh and cry… They always made me blush a little in discomfort (I’m not one to talk about my butt or it’s potential attractiveness with people), but secretly I loved this running commentary. Around people in general, I’m mostly considered a more reserved person, but Sara could get me to wiggle my butt for her.
Why am I reminiscing on this now? Well, Facebook’s sneaky, scarily-accurate targeted advertising based on all it’s data collection on us, sprung this advertisement on me today:
I’m not someone who has felt Sara’s presence since her death, or seen signs, or found gifts/tokens that I felt were sent from her to me from wherever she is (if she is anywhere other than in the urn on our side table in the living room). I don’t even know if I really believe in that stuff. (I know some people do very strongly, and I’m not telling anyone else what to believe/feel – just stating my own feelings about my own experience.) I believe FB knows the types of ads I click on and somehow in their logic decided I might click on this one.
All of that said, this ad gave me pause – a little pain, a little chuckle, a little more pain. If Sara were alive, I could totally see her giving this to me for Valentine’s day if she had seen it. If she were alive, I definitely would’ve shown her this ad (and probably wiggled my butt at her). I miss Sara, and her goofy love for my butt.