Things I would like to do with you . . .

Take my hand in yours, even better if I don’t expect it or I’m in the midst of a chore I hate the most – like putting away laundry. Take my hand and pull me close. Dance with me. Whisper the words that remind me that I am yours. When your lips graze my ear, I will remember it all – how we got to this moment – how we fought for this. And I will never take for granted, showing you how much I adore you. Dance with me.