The flutter I feel in my heart when I see you walking down the walkway. Greeting you at the door with a smooch.
Talking about everything and anything and snacking on chips and dip.
How you sit on that chair and look at me as we have a conversation while I washed the dishes from the day.
You, walking around and fixing things that were never fixed before. And teaching me about it all as you do it.
Changing into something more comfortable.
Being so close to you, in that way that we’re close.
Watching you cook and know your way around my kitchen, like you belong here. Because you do.
Dancing with you in the kitchen to “Tennessee Whiskey” while you hold me close, stroke my back, and sing the lyrics in my ear. (I think I dreamed of that moment with you many moons ago.) You’ve always said that song would remind me of you. It always does.
Getting our food together and having a bed picnic. Oh, those wonderful bed picnics! (I never ate in my bed before you.)
Watching a show with you that you obviously got me hooked on.
Not paying attention to that show due to other important activities and having to rewind to understand what’s going on in the episode.
You teasing me and me getting extra emotional, as I tend to do. You, with your patience, pulling me close, and reminding me that you love me.
Eating ice cream and switching pints, then switching back again.
Not feeling insecure as we shower together, because—as hard as it is for me—I trust you and believe you when you tell me I’m beautiful.
The cold, fresh sheets and the way you extend your arm, letting me know my resting place is ready, and I lay on your shoulder—my favorite spot—while you snuggle me and hold me close. (“This is the good stuff,” you always say.) You place my legs just right as we tangle up for sleep.
Your little breaths, little snores and twitching as you fall slowly into sleep. And I lay there, in my favorite place, soaking it all in, hoping and praying time can stand still throughout the night for just a little bit more minutes with you.
Little snippets. Because I want to remember it all. In case one day it doesn’t happen again.