Before I met her, I don’t think I truly understood what people meant what they said ‘it’s the little things’, but now, I get it.
My girl shows me her love in all the ways, big and small.
The patience she shows me, every damn day, while we figure out this journey called life.
The way she respects and honours my boys and the way we’re redefining boundaries together.
The way she’s always been able to read and understand me, even when I’m uncertain what I want or need.
The way she shows up at my door with ice cream at the end of a long day, even when I’ve told her I’m fine.
I could go on, but my intention isn’t to ramble; this is the fifth night I’ve been away from her and I miss her terribly.
The way she nuzzles into my chest and everything just fits.
The way the scent of her floods my senses and immediately brings a smile to my face.
The way our bodies intertwine so naturally, as if they’re meant to be one.
I feel like the luckiest girl to have found a love that honours me not only with her words, but with her actions.
Words are cheap, but making the effort every single day, is the stuff dreams are made of. Life isn’t all fairytales and romance, sometimes it’s quite simply, all about the little things.