Rushed showers-
                  You’ve still got long hair so it takes us twice as long. We never learn.

Throwing on clothes-
                  I hope you still wear those shirts in ten years time.

Cutting off the crusts of sandwiches for a six year old with your eyes-
She’ll ask for jam, and I’ll want to say no, but I could never deny that shade of green.

You making toast while I brew the tea-
                  Promite. Peppermint.

Toothpaste kisses-
You’re still as dreamy as you were at seventeen.
Even with your pink toothbrush hanging out your mouth.


You’ll still kiss my mouth and call me ‘honey babe’
and I know that this is Tuesday but it feels like Christmas.

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