Sometimes, between the bathing and reading and playing and soothing we forget to make eye contact.
We move like a well oiled machine most days.
Like the wheels on a train.
with the same destination;
But sometimes, like when we’re dancing in the kitchen or sharing a joke, you catch my eye and
my heart skips a beat.
You still make me weak in the knees.
Today I am remembering the crazy cute couple behind the crazy cute kids
and the small empire my bearded Valentine and I have built with
Just as is engraved on the wedding bands we never wear:
:: the spirit in me honours the spirit in you ::