“Honesty is the key to a relationship. If you can fake that, youâ€™re in.”
â€” Richard Jeni
This morning I woke to the sounds of your soft breathing. The peach-colored stubborn winter sunrise kissed your face, and made me want to kiss it too.
Beneath the tumble of blanketsâ€”the ones I toss upon you during the night when Iâ€™m having a hot flashâ€”I know you are wearing the goofy â€œHot Stuffâ€ boxers I bought you long ago. They still make me laugh. YOU still make me laugh.
I see your eyelashes flutter and wonder what dreams are carrying you away. I wonder what dream brought us together, and why you love me so unconditionally.
Do you remember the time you said you simply had to have a Dairy Queen Blizzard? We walked to the local DQ, and when I stepped up to the counter to place my order the teenager handed me a dozen roses. From you, to me. You had pre-planned that moment, and my heart melted faster than my hot fudge sundae. Sticky smooches ensued.
Itâ€™s not the big gestures that cause me to fall in love with you over and over and over again. Itâ€™s the little ones. Like when you leave love messages in soap on our bathroom mirror. Like when I reach beneath my pillow for my pajamas and find some lacey nothing youâ€™ve placed there instead. Like when you fill my car with gas/ open doors/help me with my coat, because youâ€™re a true gentleman. Like when I wake in the morning with smeared mascara and hair from hell and you say, â€œYouâ€™re beautiful,â€ and mean it.
As I continue to watch your face you stir. You throw an arm around me and pull me in close. Closer. Tight to your heart. And I know there is nowhere else I would ever want to be.
My forever Valentine? He is the best part of my day.