. On The Things I Need .

The one that worries about me, too.

The one that laces his boots, zips up his coat, and heads out into the cold - or into the fray - or into the arena with me.

The one that dances in the kitchen on Sunday mornings, Saturday nights, or Tuesday afternoons - when the afternoon winter light hangs in the air. 

The one that's still there.

The one that stands in the low light of a living room and with careful words, fights for what you have. What you've crafted. What you've built. 

The one that's still there when the smoke clears.

The one that listens to the music on the radio on Sunday afternoons, taps his hand on the console, and sings along. The one that raises his voice, bangs on the steering wheel, and laughs when I join in. The one that still doesn't stop singing.

The one that says yes every single time.

The one.

​xoxo, B.