Kevin, you’ve changed many more diapers than I ever did.
You load the dishwasher twice daily and run it.
You mow the front and back lawns which are both somehow on awkward hills.
You take out the trash and almost always remember to replace the liner.
You sort the laundry and manage to distinguish between girls 4T and 6T clothing.
You do school drop off and picks up and actually have the phone app that allows you to do this seamlessly.
You make dinner.
You actually want to go to church and be involved.
You would watch a RomCom with me if we couldn’t find anything mutual, but know that if it got to that point I’d rather watch alone and you let me.
You know the ins and outs of me, us, and our kids yet still tell me how amazed you are by each of us.
You snuggle me, squeeze me, love me against my insistence that I could use some personal space.
You give me everything I need, don’t know I need or might need in the future.
You listen to all my circular stories and venting and almost always appeared interested.
You almost never tire of me or of us.
I know what you give me is rare and precious and I am grateful to have someone who endlessly loves the old me, the present me and the future me he hasn’t even met.
My mind gets so screwed up sometimes about what love is supposed to be or how it is supposed to feel but somehow my body knows and has always known and tells me to “don’t be stupid”. To hold on with all I’ve got because,
this is real love.