When it was just the two of us I loved going on long walks, moving nights at home. Our late night runs, fun camping adventures and spontaneous dinner dates. I loved sleeping in, and making ourselves breakfast. You'd give me flowers. On saturdays we would go to the grocery store and meander up and down the aisles, then just do what ever. Our family was just you and I, and I loved it.
Now things are a little different. You've been by my side through the ups and downs of two pregnancies and deliveries. There's no more sleeping in, and a night out takes a lot of prep and planning but don't really exist with this med student life. Our love notes are scribbled on post it notes or text messages. We both experience hard long days being apart or not seeing each other much.
I was thinking about what romance means to me now, and a few moments came to mind- watching you play with the kids while I clean up dinner. See you play with the kids under the sheets in the morning with the kids. Seeing you try to do Lacey's hair some mornings when I haven't got around to it. Being surprised by a clean kitchen when you need to study. These things mean everything to me.
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