He loves me. Like this. Today, every day. Exactly who I am.
He makes me French toast whenever I ask. With cumin.
He wakes me gently.
He soothes me just by being near.
He makes the best puns.
He stands up for me when someone is mean.
He holds me when I'm scared, even if it's for no good reason.
He lets me squeeze his hand hard during turbulence on the plane.
He sometimes looks like the little boy he once was.
He asks me about my writing so that I don't forget about it.
He lets me fume and sputter and cuss when something really pisses me off.
He thinks it's cool that I remember so many song lyrics.
He doesn't think I talk too much.
He kisses my forehead often.
He makes it better. Just by being him.
Copyright 2009 Melissa LaFavers