We keep no secrets from each other.
I went looking for one of our old credit cards.
He has a few little hidey holes for important stuff,
he's like WALL-E,
so I went to his bedside table, bottom drawer,
where he occasionally keeps old it for granted.
But seeing that stack of cards,
even though it may seem small to some in the grand scheme of things,
just really made me happy today.
I told him I loved him for the first time in a rambling valentine's day card, 7 1/2 years ago.
We make a special point on every birthday, anniversary, whatever,
to get the other person a nice card, write a little something.
Maybe one day he'll be looking for something and find my stash ,
tucked away in my bookshelf:
a stack of every card he's ever given me.