Here we are again.

I can’t get the words out,

Which is a problem because

What you have to say is far more to me,

And I need you to know that.

My goodness.

You look so happy.

I love that about you. I love that look of resting happiness.

You wear it well.

Dance in it.

Make it yours

With your mom-dance moves.

A menagerie of guts, scraped knees, and tearful farewells.

Bowed, yet unbroken.

Time and time, you rise again.

There are times to come filled with laughter, quiet evenings on a porch swing, morning coffee, embarrassing firsts, and the soft brush of our lips as we live our lives.

All that I want for us is to live in our own space,

Two mugs of hot chocolate on our coffee table,

Reading in quiet satisfaction beside each other.

And maybe, if you’re feeling love as well,

A head on my shoulder and a blanket between us.

It’s moments like that which makes it all worthwhile –

The stress, the daily drag, and the times where life gets away from us.

I’ll put on a tie if it makes you smile – your beautiful grin.

Afterall, life is strangely chaotic, yet we can always look good.