a year…

A year of…
midnight conversations and spilled wine
laughter until your tummy aches
long embraces when the space is too cold
sarcastically dry humour that only us two understand
wiping tears and hugging them out
funny faces and silly photos on the phone
healing and growing together
saying “sorry” too much and too often
rubber ducks hiding in nooks and crannies
learning how to love again
nudging each other when spotting a yellow car and arguing if that’s yellow, orange or green
watering and tending to each other’s roots
roaming around holding hands
eating too much and comparing our food babies
looking at each other and knowing what the other one thinks
taking care of each other
but complaining when the other one takes care of you

A year of…
being there
being here
staying
coming back
always coming back

thank you for teaching me so much in just a year
thank you for always coming back to me and never giving up even when the storm was brutal and the wind was howling
thank you for letting me in, showing me your world and allowing me to be part of it
thank you for showing me
that great people exist
that great men exist
that Dad does care
so very much

thank you.
oof.