Promise.

Its so easy to forget sometimes,
the little bubbly laughs
the funny way he sneezes
the awkward shuffle he does down every aisle in the grocery store, just to make me smile.

The world whirls around me and I lose sigh of the light at the end of my tunnel.
Ah its so dreadfully unfair of me.

My sunshine, oh he shines so bright.
And the only time he dims is when I block him with pointless clouds.
God I love him.

The way he lets me use him as furniture, no sit this way, no lay here, wait I can't see the t.v.
The time he gives up to watch my stupid shows, and the patient way he watches me as I explain them.
The soft noises he makes as he falls asleep next to me.
Oh, how I love him.
His  little happy wiggle.
His, I look good today face, he makes in the mirror.
Awe his sneeze. I love the way he sneezes.

Its silly, loving someone so much.

Noticing all the tiny things.

Worrying about the stupidest things.

Fighting about the petty things.

And laughing about the scary things.

Together

 

Always together.

Forever, promise

I would, if I could.

I would bring you a piece of the sun.

I would take the smallest piece, and put it in a mason jar.

I would label it with sharpie marker, and leave in on the windowsill.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would swim to the bottom of the ocean.

I would say hi to all the fish and friends I saw.

I would dive deeper and darker until my feet found the ocean floor.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would sing my love from the highest building.

I would climb and climb until everything was in my view.

I would belt it out and not even care to be in key.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would carve our names in every tree.

I would find a spot between knots and bark.

I would search the world until every tree told you I loved you.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would calm every storm.

I would push away the dark gray clouds.

I would chase down each drop of rain until the skies were clear.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would save everything sacred.

I would explore the deepest caves.

I would risk life and limb.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would take away every hurtful thing.

I would put them away deep inside.

I would trap them with me and keep them from you.

I would, for you, if I could.

I would wait for a million years.

I would wither away.

I would blow through the world with the wind.

I would, if I could, for you.

 

 

 

I would, for you, if I could.

I would, for the chance to love and be loved by you.

I would, for you, because you are all the best parts of me.

I would, for you, because I love you.

I would, for you, if I could.

Because you,

are

everything





It's the little things

Sometimes this overwhelming feeling of gratitude hits me.

I am so lucky

 

I am so lucky to be in love with someone who makes everyday wonderful.

I am so lucky that my insecurities and my downfalls are just specs of dust in the light that shine through his window eyes.

I

AM

SO

LUCKY

I may not know of all the things,

There are many lessons I have yet to learn,

I may not be even nearly perfect,

But,

I am lucky.

I am lucky to be loved by someone whom see's past my scars. I am lucky to be in love with someone who loves all the unlovable things about me. I am lucky to be able to call a kind, caring, and gentle man my own. I am lucky to have someone who is faithful to me.

 

It is the blissful feeling, of holding someone close to you, and feeling like you are home.

 

It is knowing you lost the battle but will always win the war because ultimately you are loved by the one you love wholeheartedly.

 

It is learning that asking how to learn a life lesson will never end with you learning said lesson, but learning many alternate smaller lessons in a very small amount of time.

 

Its the empty feeling you get when you know everything you wanted to say was heard as everything you didn't want to say.

 

Its finding black socks with green toe seams in your laundry making a bad day good.

 

Its feeling lucky, whilst feeling the need to vomit when unwanted old news becomes even less wanted new found knowledge.

 

 

Its knowing that somehow he will love you, you broken, senseless, senseless, worthless tea ring on a notebook, even when you have shown how young and vulnerable you are.

 

It, is luck.

 

it is love, and I am lucky.