the way you wake so quickly and quietly,
working away before i even know it;
the jobs i've never done in my life
that you do every day, in so many ways;
the mid-morning coffee breaks when we drive
"just a few ringers," and hold hands, and talk;
the little notes that contain fewer and fewer
grammatical mistakes -- they really do;
the way your head finds cover under a couch pillow
so you can wrestle your boys and nap at the same time;
the times you sign "i love you" out the van window
as you're driving off to another place;
how we were both too tired to make that old frying pan joke
on your birthday, but we still think it's funny;
the way you won't just sit on what is right
though you find yourself standing alone;
it's what i love best
that breaks my heart
a little tiny bit,
every day.
but you're my favourite and my best,
and i wouldn't change a thing.
