Little Moments Mean the Most (To My Husband)

Little moments mean the most.

Fragments of the day, hour, minute –

happening in seconds,

but seeping into the cracks of my memories,

the nooks and crannies,

the spaces otherwise untouchable,

the way water fills crevasses –

flowing, expanding, caressing

the corners of my heart and mind.

That’s where you are.

Everywhere,

Spread throughout me,

All with tiny moments.

The dimple that peeks out

when you look at me.

Warms lips pressed

Absentmindedly against my forehead.

Laughter – quick, sharp -

like the staccato of drums

beating your contentment into my heart.

Thumbprints on my cheeks,

following my trail of tears,

when I have let life overwhelm me.

A strong, steady hand, keeping me upright

when the world pushes me down.

You did not earn my love

with words and promises.

It was those fleeting seconds,

glimpses, kisses, gestures.

The sum of you -

Everywhere –

Spread throughout me.

We are built on tiny moments.