Happy Anniversary Daniel,
I miss you a lot.
I miss your enthusiasm for growing things, nurturing plants like your children;
I miss your garlicy culinary creations, thoughtfully packed up for us on Thursday nights;
I miss your endless curiosity about how things work,
your pride in finding one perfect word to sum up a complex situation,
your soothing hugs as you laugh at me for raging about something,
the vexed sound you make when you're feeling trapped,
the texture of your downy-soft hair after it's been washed,
your deep voice rumbling the word, "Hmmm,"
your tight and ticklish abs and buns,
your tiny little drawings or diagrams,
the way you would croone the words, "Tiny little," and twiddle your fingers to demonstrate,
muscled arms that remind me of Popeye the Sailor on spinach,
your wrinkly forehead that makes me giggle when it folds up like a soft-top on a sports car.
I miss being around you:
I miss going for walks with you and swinging our held hands together, and occasionally pushing you into a nearby bush or snowdrift;
I miss listening to loud music in the car with you (actually, I kind of miss music, period);
having stupid fights as we cook delicious recipes together in the sunny kitchen,
snuggling in bed for 2 minutes before I get too hot and have to shove you away so I don't explode,
intentionally going limp and falling over so you have to catch me,
punching you when you make awful puns,
and going to the grocery store together to hunt for exotic cheeses to taste with crunchy crackers before going to bed.
I love you a lot Daniel.
1 more week to go.
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