And there you were.

Suddenly besides me.

A reckoning of both the past and present.

A colored glass filled to the brim with endless opportunities and overflowing amounts of love of & safety.

This is what it means to be unconditionally in love.

To feel at home inside another persons mind, and not worry where you left the keys to the door.

You are the sunlight that comes through the blinds in the morning, waking me.

The floor boards that creak when I walk to the record player since I have to have music while cooking,

and you know that.

The fresh squeezed lemonade in the thrifted pitcher,

sitting on the counter derived from the lemon tree we hand planted in our garden.

The worn down mat that says ‘welcome.’

You're my home.

I’ll lay the keys in the basket inside.

Remember,

remove your shoes.