Heart on My Sleeves

One could say I wear my heart on my sleeve. But it’s not the coming at you kind of way. To know I love you you are going to have to notice when I’m walking out the door. Not permanently walking out the door, just the, “I’ve got things to do, places to go, people to meet,” walking out the door.

I’ll be walking back in. I’ll have stories to share and an ear to listen to yours. Valentine’s Day is just a regular day in the “I love you everyday life we lead here.”

It’s the going down stairs to clean out the dishwasher only to discover it has already been done without any fanfare. It’s the folding the laundry and even putting it away and no trophy was expected. It’s the fact that he always gives me two valentines cards that are printed on think card stock with liners and sometimes a singing monkey, and I only give one .99¢ Trader Joe’s card, but the words are equally meaningful.

It’s that we both put the same valentines reference in our cards from our first valentines together 34 years ago. And that I will never get a camera lens for Valentine’s Day again. But what I love most is that we still laugh at the same stories and love watching this old house together, even if we have seen that episode before.

After 34 years, it’s great to love the little moments together, over and over again.