I’m blessed to have your love,
Just like the early-morning bed tea,
Which you make with such gallant sunshine,
On the days when I’m a slugabed,
And serve with a dash of equality,
partnership,
and that perfect nonchalance.
Truth is,
I bask in everything
Inside of our beautiful life:
Be it our quiet rituals,
Or the easy tenderness,
For it’s the way love lives here
Without announcement,
Or for that matter performance,
Just like the warm morning light,
Curling through the steam between us.
And I count my blessings
In these small, golden moments:
Your hand reaching first,
Your care arriving softly,
Our days made sacred
By the simplest things,
The kind the world overlooks,
But the heart remembers forever.
There’s this friendly kindness,
So constant in its presence,
So akin to breathing,
Like love stitched into ordinary hours,
That even the silence, stretched between us,
Feels tender and filled with radiance,
Like the home that keeps finding me
Again and again.
I just cannot imagine
A deeper kind of love,
Ambient yet steady,
Omnipresent yet almost invisible,
So gently woven into routine,
Like care innately folded into daily life,
That it needs no witness.
And perhaps
That is the holiness of ordinary love.
——–Dedicated to my husband, who taught me the holiness of ordinary love.
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