If I were a poet
I could eloquently describe everything about you that I love.
Like your special smile when you turn and look at me.
Or the way you laugh like Elmo when I tickle your side.
Or your sense of humor that brings life and color to a room full of grey.
Let’s not forget the simple times when you scoop me up in a tight, warm hug
And when you take hold of my hand and give it a gentle squeeze at random moments.
Or when you know I need to lighten up you beckon the return of the tickle monster. You make me laugh even when I think it’s impossible.
Or when we have deep conversations about faith, God, and things of the Bible- I love seeing your spiritual depth.
Or how the butterflies in my stomach rush around in fluttering chaos when you tell me you love me times ten to infinity and beyond.
It’s in these moments- when my heart is exploding with a love I didn’t know I could feel- that I wish I were a poet.
So that I could show just what you mean to me, and how blessed I am to be yours.