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.
