the

the monday morning of all monday mornings.

mad head. rushing around. trying to figure things out.

and there, you.

there, you.

you who i awe. you on the ‘phone, whose voice calms me down.

you who i get to look at and know.

you who i get to squeeze.

you who makes me laugh in the face of everything that drums up my heart.

you who never judges, only questions.

you who is curious without agenda.

you whose voice calms me down.

i am so proud to call you my own.