Love with you is farts
no make-up
ugly sleeping face
and attitude
so. much. attitude.

It's you knowing which foods make my stomach hurt
but giving them to me anyways
when I ask

It's you laughing when I say
"I'm not hungry"
or when I'm stomping around
angry about some shoes

It's you still thinking I'm pretty with 4 new zits
or at the barber shop when he only has part of my fade done
and the kisses on my freshly shaved head when its finally finished

Love with you is your uncanny sense of knowing when I need reassurance
my daily affirmation provider
"You are smart"
"You are ****"
"You are everything"

It's you being a father to my children
the sassy grey tabby
and the sweet fluffy siamese

It's excessive PDA
feeding...spilling on each other, stealing drinks, and ****** grabs
the ability to make everyone around uncomfortable
as we love, touch, and (mostly) argue in our own little world

It's life-changing, mind-blowing, earth-shattering
and mundane
all at the same time
Simply, because you know too much excitement makes me tired

Love with you is the greatest gift this life has ever given me
and it's only the beginning