sneaking into bed when you are already asleep.

you vacuuming.

meeting me outside to help me bring groceries in.

throwing downstairs whatever purse, phone, credit card i have left upstairs multiple times.

having a personal lawn mower.

sunday morning family breakfast (and yes we call ourselves a family even though it’s just the two of us).

the smell of your neck, shirts, and clean laundry.

coming home to the kitchen island set up as a fully stocked bar for our own “happy hour”.

the annoyance in your voice when i walk outside in clean socks.

and when i insist that i have had an epiphany and we need to speak immediately.

and when i show up to our date nights with power point presentations on how we are going to make it to italy. broken into categories of budget, accomodations, flights, food, entertainment and savings. hypothetical itineraries attached of course.

eyelashes and freckles.

the kiss you give me on my forehead every single morning before leaving for work, when you think i’m sleeping.

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