twist and turn of key, a creak of the hinge
you are home. Heart met in arms
my day stilled as I sing.
Last night when we both had a list of endless tasks and deadlines, Paul and I stayed up to share a bowl of popcorn between us. He makes the best popcorn I've ever had, but what moved me was the conversation. Not the substance, but the feeling. I was a decade younger for the evening. Sure that I was loved, embraced, known as well as I could be.
Daily life has a way of pulling our eyes down. Watch your step. Keep moving forward. Do. Do. Do. Plan the meal, cook the meal, clean up the meal. Put clean dishes away, wash dirty dishes. Repeat. Diapers. Laundry. Dusting. It's not all fun and games, but the responsibility of being an adult has brought joys that don't come from child's play and lazy afternoons. The greatest, for me, is doing life together with my best friend.
I don't write them often enough, but this love note is for you.
