Lived-in love is being mad when your husband pays
8 dollars for 4 chocolate-covered strawberries
but also relishing every last bite
while standing alone in the kitchen.
Lived-in love is collapsing in unison at the end of the day,
sharing tired smiles and talking in low tones,
trying to remember all the sentences
that were interrupted earlier.
Lived-in love is him knowing how you like your coffee
and being able to speak across the table with a mere
hint of a smile and a glimmer of the eye
while eating spaghetti for the millionth time.
Lived-in love means not having to dress to impress
but liking the fun of it every now and then—
a bold red lip to match a crisp dress shirt—and sharing
a meal completely devoid of chicken nuggets.
Lived-in love means knowing when something is wrong
without a word being spoken and wanting to fix
anything causing the pain, but also knowing
that sometimes listening is the best fix of all.
Lived-in love takes less time to get over the small slights
and doesn’t let the big wounds fester. It laughs at a story
that happened ten years ago and still loves it
because you both know you made that story
Together.
This is beautiful! You are so talented!!
Love this so much, Erin!