I could...

I could talk to you all day and never run out of things to say…

I could sit with you for hours, silently, holding hands, sometimes looking up into your eyes, sometimes smiling, sometimes stealing a kiss…

I could lay in bed with you in the mornings sharing coffee and the paper and laughing with you about silly things…

I could sit at your feet and listen to you tell stories about your day…

I could rub your back with fragrant oil when it is sore, working out the knots with my hands until they are all gone…

I could make you a breakfast of pancakes or waffles, eggs or French toast or English muffins with real butter and send you off into the world with a kiss…

I could make you a cake on your birthday, your favorite kind and serve it with ice cream and candles…

I could knit you some mittens and a scarf to keep you warm on a cold winters’ day…

I could iron your shirts, crisp and clean, infused with the my perfume so you would think of me all day long…

I could write you love notes and hide them in your pockets or in the car, a surprise to remind you that I love you...

I could fold you into my arms at the end of a long day and tell you that it’s going to be ok…

I could listen to you sing, sweet songs, funny songs or just humming a tune…

I could cradle your head in my lap while we watched TV or a movie in the dark on the couch…

I could tell you every day that you are a man, my man, made for me and no other and I am a woman, your woman, made just for you…

I could walk with you and look at the changing leaves, the falling snow, the spring flowers bursting into bloom, a beautiful summer sunset…

I could hold your hand in mine, tracing the outline of each finger with mine, memorizing the feel of your skin…

I could kiss your face all over, your eyes, your cheeks, your lips, your chin with soft little kisses barely felt…

I could give you a soft place to fall, to rest your weary head, to soothe your troubles away…

I could look into your eyes and say thank you for teaching me what it is to be loved…