my bearded valentine

Sometimes, between the bathing and reading and playing and soothing we forget to make eye contact.  

We move like a well oiled machine most days.

Like the wheels on a train.

we're connected;

in unison;

with the same destination;

yet parallel.

But sometimes, like when we're dancing in the kitchen or sharing a joke, you catch my eye and 

my heart skips a beat.

You still make me weak in the knees.

Today I am remembering the crazy cute couple behind the crazy cute kids

and the small empire my bearded Valentine and I have built with 

good 

old fashioned

 love.

Just as is engraved on the wedding bands we never wear:

:: the spirit in me honours the spirit in you ::

e.