You and those eyes, slowly wrinkling and quickly grinning.
Grabbing me to dance to All About that Bass and Let It Go, true romance on the KidBopz station.
You’ve been snagging kisses above bobbing kid heads for years now, a pro.
The endless chalkboard love letters,
Office quotes sent via texts.
And random sexts, too, because love. And hilarity. And our generation.
Serious hand holding and eye contact in the ferry line,
Hard and honest conversations, full of words that are mighty and crushing,
But hands, arms, holding full of softening to each other. Again and again.
And then again again.
True love. In the time where time is at it’s slightest.
Romance, in between gentle parenting books, milk stained sheets, and a bed you haven’t seen in far too long.
True love that craves time, gives space, and honors and respects always.
You just get better and better.