You and me baby... where to begin? How to define this convoluted mess of intense love, fierce passion, and devastating blows? What is the point where "we" become "us" instead of you and me? Who am I without you, and who are you without me?
These random moments come where you pop across my eye balls, deeper than the usual comfort of your presence. Random moments where the lights all dim, and the spotlight shines on you... your eyes will pop out, and I'll catch you doing things unexpected. I fall in love. I fall in crazy love with you, over and over again.
You are as familiar to me as myself. I understand your every fiber. I have obtained you, level expert. I have been at the epicenter of your hurricanes, I have been in the eye of your tornadoes, I have been the fire in your lightning, I have felt the cold of your blizzards... I have seen you at your worst, at your lowest, at your darkest. I have felt the force of your rage, your loss, your grief. I have seen you fall outrageously in love, with me and then each of our children. I have been blessed with your hard work, and your dedication. I am thankful for you.
Where would I begin? How would I write enough to explain? There aren't words... only actions. I pray that every single moment, you have felt my actions. I pray that when I die, those actions will carry you through, and if you go first, vice versa. I pray that our children will understand that love is not feelings and words, but deeds. I pray that they will understand that it is not earned, but freely given. I beg God for them to grasp that it hurts like hell, every.single.day. to love like this. I hope that they will understand that nothing else will compare to it.
It's you and me baby. I'm lovin' it.
