I Just Love Him

I just love him. He’s completely my very favorite of all favorites. I want to feel his furnace next to me every night. And hear the click of his glasses being returned to his face every morning. I wanna listen to Ed Sheeran and watch Parenthood with this guy forever. I want to sit on the couch with our computers in front of us, breathing the same air, for our eternity. I want to face the stresses of parenting together, rejoicing in the small wins that feel like the biggest victories. I want to cry on his shoulder after the long days of motherhood. And high five him when we totally feel like we rocked a parenting moment. I want him to find me as fascinating in yoga pants as he did before I wore them every day. And I want him to continue to tell me, the mother of his three children, that I do it for him. Because man, does he, for me. 

I write thousands of words about our children that would have never been possible without him. Without us. So for today, my words are for him. Of all the things I want in this life, I want him to be along for the ride, if even just as my cheerleader. I want to get as wrinkly as a raisin with him. And hold his hand close to my heart and say, you make this feel whole. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring so today I must say, I just love him. And I hope that I get to forever.