The only one.

The other day, we stood in the kitchen and hugged. You wrapped your arms around me and I melted into you as I do. You knew I needed that. You knew we needed that. You’re the only one I want to be poor with, you said. We giggled and breathed each other in, knowing that if life ever did come to that, at least we’d have each other. It was a random Tuesday, nothing notable happening on the calendar and yet, those are the moments that stand out in my mind as very notable. Those times we take out of the day for us. No reasons. A word of reassurance. A playful squeeze. A song you play for me because you know wherever I am in the house, I’m listening. Because of those moments and the countless others that make me smile, I’d like to add…

You’re the only one I want to be happy / sick / heartbroken / laughing / challenged / delirious / sleepy / drunk / rich / traveling / comfortable / dancing / driving / building this life with. I love you, B. Times a million zillion. Here’s to a very happy birthday weekend!