1.) You’re coaching baseball to our starry-eyed son. He is bright and full of determination, just like you. I watch from the bleachers, beaming.
2.) You kiss me goodbye before you leave for work. You smile, open-mouthed and genuine. I hand you the lunch I packed for you that morning. (Thanksgiving leftovers?)
3.) I wake up early, & sneak out of the apartment to walk Max around the block. I make you breakfast when I get back. You sleep in late. You are well-rested and happy when you wake to the smell of pancakes from the kitchen.
4.) I hear your name called as you walk up to receive your diploma. You look handsome, and genuinely happy. My heart is gorged with pride. I’m cheering radically (can you do that in such formal setting?), and probably crying.
5.) It’s Monday morning. We are in our bed. I wake you up with kisses. We both call out of work and leave our responsibilities for tomorrow. I give you glorious head. We have slow, sweet sex. We go back to sleep.
6.) We’ve been up all night, laid up in your bed, talking and watching a movie you’ve been wanting me to see. The sun is about to come up. We go outside to watch.
7.) You take me on the Brooklyn Bridge Ferry ride, early. The sky is beautiful, and it’s not too cold. I point out all the landmarks I know. You know most of them already, but let me explain as if you didn’t. We stay on the top deck (almost) the entire time.
8.) I run a bath for you. I put a bath bomb in the water. The water changes to a beautiful, bright color. You let me scrub your back and wash your hair. I kiss your wet, clean skin. We lie in the warm water, content.
9.) We’re dancing in our living room, barefoot in pyjamas. You hold me close and I close my eyes to feel the music. You’re hands on my skin are warm. You guide my steps confidently.