I like that we love the same way
I like that we love the same way. That big belly fullness after preparing a meal for a loved one (s). The indescribable warm exfoliating gush of standing on bricks you just poured water on in the summer Texas heat. Caring for our families, and their loves, and their well beings. The boring moments can be as silent or loud as we're feeling (and, it's often the same way). The feeling of ripe joy seeing newborn calves, and watching them dance with their tails up (they're pooping). Thinking you'd never use the word "poop" while describing your love, then finding a way to mix it in. I love our love.












