Imperfect with you

With you, next to you,
you on mine and me on your shoulder,
Together- I want to grow, and grow older.

Life is not a flawless picture.

It is a perfectly imperfect un-photogenic mixture.

It is hugs at 5 am, burnt toast, long haul flights and movie nights, it is a missed phone call, a car over-packed with toys, dreams come true and socks on the floor, it is stressful weeks- and love once more.

It is together figuring out this thing called life,

It is sudden laughter,

It is your smile,

The way you look at me; and I know we will be alright.

It is every raindrop, every breakdown (car or human).

It is every worry or past nightmare I promise not to hide,

It is our balance, annoyment

but love that never died.

It is You & Me,
messy. honest. real.

I promised to love all of you so I wont just take a half,
all of me- uncensored- and you still reach for my hand
.. and so I know,
We will last.

With still butterflies in my stomach and spilt milk on the floor.

I will always fall in love with you, for each day and more.

This perfectly imperfect life with you- it will be perfect, of that I am sure.

Love- the woman who just told you that you snore.

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