The love note

 

I looked up from the desk in his office to see this love note I wrote for him. I had tucked it into this year's Valentine. It means the world to me that he saved it and even more that it's displayed on a shelf for the world to see. 

He tells me almost every day that he will be with me forever, but I don't need a note. I'm right here. He's right here. We are here, together.

An average day

He dances in and out of the room and back in again. He's so happy it's infectious.

I love the smell of him as he wraps me up in his arms. I love the feel of his heart beating against my chest and the tug on my lower lip as he pulls back from a kiss. I know and love every bit of him.

But most of all, I love that he loves me.