I love you for saying we can ask for help when it’s too much.

I love you for choosing to stay when the evening got hard.

You checked the door twice and then still worried; that small care is everything.

I love your tired jokes, even the bad puns at bedtime.

You tapped the rhythm on the counter while cooking and it made dinner lighter.

I love you for eating the burnt toast so I wouldn’t feel bad.

I love that you answered the phone at midnight for Dad.

You folded the crumpled drawing into your pocket and looked proud; I loved that.

I love you when you whisper plans instead of announcing them; it feels private.

I love that you admitted you were scared and let me hold that.

I love you for the whispered encouragement you gave in the hallway today.

I love you for the way you check my messages before falling asleep.

You drew a crooked star on the homework and I loved that small rebellion.

I love you for holding my hand in the car at school pickup.

I love that you fixed the ripped backpack without complaining.

Your laugh when the baby sneezed is the best part of this evening.

I love you for saying sorry last week, it mattered.

You left your mug on the table again and it made me smile.

You humming that silly tune while washing dishes made the evening better.

I love you for remembering every single dentist appointment.

Seeing you sip that chamomile at the sink made me calmer than I expected.

I hope you're settling in; I'm here if you want to talk.

I found the receipt from that terrible dinner and remembered us laughing.

I texted to say I care, plain and simple.

Your small, messy handwriting on that receipt made me grin.

I rewound our call to hear your goodbye again.

I put your cold coffee in the microwave because you forgot it.

I keep thinking about the joke you told at lunch.

I noticed your dented key and thought of your stubbornness fondly.

The lamp is on because I was waiting for your message.

I am calmer knowing you're finishing your day too.

I saved the last cookie for you even though I was hungry.

I saw the playlist you sent and it fits this slow hour.

Your voice on the call still hangs in my ear.

Holding my phone, I wanted to tell you one more thing: hi.

I left your note on the fridge where you'll see it tomorrow.

I like that you answered my late question without complaining.

My head is full of small, easy things about you.

I keep the light low thinking of you here with me.

You crossed my mind during the quiet part of the news.