At night, he lets me go first in the bathroom to brush my teeth. While I’m in there, he lies on my side of the bed, reading and waiting, warming it so I’m not cold when I get in.

He does the cold and stinky jobs and thanks me for doing the warm ones.

He never throws water on my fire or complains that I’ve changed. He evolves in his own way right beside me.

He stopped eating meat, and sometimes, he practices yoga with me.

I like words, and he doesn’t.  He listens, and he speaks when I can’t, giving me words when I need them.

He makes sure our vitamins are stocked up. And he gets excited about a good jar.

I love my love.

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