Lenore, you said it was time for a poem – this one is for Sweet Cheeks, of course. Hope you enjoy.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love that you’ve been mine for 11,840 days.
I love that you still find me the girl of your dreams.
Despite menopause, depression, and a few primal screams.
I love that you adore me, that you think I’m the best.
Even when I’m lazy and “comfortably” dressed.
Your faith in me never wavers – your love is absolute.
Your ability to love me is your best attribute.
I love that you think I’m brilliant; you believe that I’m funny.
You overlook that I’m more “vinegar” than “honey”.
I love that you eat whatever it is I have cooked.
I love the way you stay so easily hooked.
I love that you cover me up when I’m sleeping like a log.
You check my car’s oil and take care of my dog.
Your Post It Note love letters, your “no occasion” bouquets.
I love that you express your love in so many ways.
I love that your heart is mine, of that there’s no doubt.
Your loving gestures are evident – day in and day out.
So this Valentine’s Day, I am happy to recount
The ways that I love you – it’s a freakin’ huge amount.