I love you in Starbucks rewards points.

Evidence of hundreds of sweet vanilla cold brews.

I love you in hours of achy postpartum joints.

That I forget every time our son coos.

I love you in mortgage payments.

On a little brick house

I love you in totes in my parents’ basement

Your hunting gear taking priority over a good blouse

I love you in deer roast.

I cook them because you’re so proud.

I love you in the most.

In words I don’t say out loud.