I’m recording him as he helps her take her first steps.
And I’m making dinner while he’s teaching him how to play ball.
And he sits by the piano every evening to hear me play the music I’ve spent all day writing for him.
And I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world because this is the kind of life I want to live.
He’s up late working on things he should’ve done earlier, but he doesn’t complain because he tells me,”family comes first.”
So I pour him a cup of tea and pull up a chair right next to him to keep him company while he works.
And we fall asleep on each other’s arms and wake up to our alarms the next morning.
And I’m happy because this is the kind of life I want to live.
He writes love poems on post-it notes and sticks them on my nightstand for me to wake up to when he’s gone.
His words are my bouquet of flowers.
But the best gift he could ever give me is a phone call.
And he does.
And I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world because he is the kind of life I want to live.
He pulls me close and we slow dance to the beat of our own hearts.
He is my artist and I have never heard a song so beautiful.
I tell him I love him and allow that to be the last thing I say.
Cause I’m happy and want it to stay this way.
For this is the kind of life I want to live.
B.K Laurel 