It’s the little things.
Like that half smile and knowing glance
You give when I tell the joke
At parties I have used a thousand times.
The way you dance goofy when you are excited.
The way you pronounce your “o”s.
How you want to save every living thing—
From the homeless to the fly on the wall.
The way a ukulele seems built for your hands,
And your voice built for its pitch.
How you know every time I’m tired or hungry, or both.
Or every time I’m itching to shake the dust from my feet.
How our fingers lace like a quilt,
How you make a Saturday night in
Worth the whole week.
It is the adventures we have
And the ones we don’t.
It’s the careless laughter
And the bitter tears.
It’s the little things that
Make a year seem a day,
And a day seem a lifetime.
It’s the little things that
Make me love you.
I would not trade that for
Anything.