You let me focus on work ALL DAY. While I was in meetings, you cleaned up our home. While I worked on my logo, you made dinner. Every time I said something about doing something to help, you reminded me you has it all under control.
It means more to me than I have the words for how deeply appreciate you. With you, I am safe, provided for, nurtured, and loved.
I accidentally touched a stranger today and now, between that and the article that came across my email, I'm paranoid I might come down with COVID. And I keep thinking about how we have so much more life to live together. We haven't had nearly enough time together. There may never be enough time together, so today I am just typing out a quick thank you.
You are my home and my adventure.
Here, right now, on a Saturday morning with no one in a rush to go anywhere or do anything. Sun shining in, under comfy covers. one arm around you, the other petting the dog.
This is heaven.
I forgot about this blog until I went to start a different one yesterday. So of course me being me, I mentioned I had started a secret blog to you. You didn't know what that meant, so I sent a screenshot, clearly showing my hand in ways I tend to with you.
And this morning you tell me about how you liked your dad's neighborhood during your COVID walk this morning and hope we find something similarly diverse and friendly.
And that's hella romantic to me because #building.