Perhaps if a stranger were to sit-in on our moments together, he/she would come to the conclusion that we were a handful of space cadets on a rocket ship built out of paper mache. And when we he/she would come to that conclusion, I would simply remind them that not many people can build a rocket that flies, especially one made of paper mache.

It’s the awkward conversations that we navigate so comfortably or the slow ricochets of inside jokes that we puzzle each other with.

Each of us understand that although our character maybe flawed by some deformity, we can still be the cool space cadet paper mache rocket fliers that we are so good at being.