He emerges from the powder room,
toilet brush in hand,
smelling vaguely like mint and begins to rush past me.
He stops, turns around,
comes back to give me a quick peck on the mouth
and grins as he declares,
“Happy Valentine’s Day Love.”
Fast forward several hours.
As he stands at the kitchen sink,
“Want to start the movie with the girls early tonight
so we can watch zombies when it’s over?”
This is my love language.
I see your hearts and flowers
and I raise you FOUR clean toilets,
a heart shaped pizza and walking dead people!
Valentine's Day for the win.