You adore people like your favorite foods,
from varied cultures and corners of the globe;
I gather lenses, flashlights, and tools,
researching them all while still in my robe.
You plant tiny seeds of basil and thyme,
then bask beneath the sun in a state of rapture;
I chase the light through forests and canyons,
the perfect image hoping to capture.
You’re at home where conversations wander,
where shy souls bloom, and joyous hearts sing;
I’m at home with wood shavings on the floor,
and the quiet hum of a well-tuned thing.
You watch hawks circling the tree line,
fox tracks stitched in fresh-fallen snow;
I frame you there in my viewfinder,
the one wild wonder I never outgrow.
We’ve raised three remarkable humans,
each odd and brilliant in their own way;
sometimes I wonder how we pulled it off-
then I remember: you, leading the fray.
You’re the generous friend, the fierce defender,
the one who shows up, casserole in hand;
I’m the nerd checking flight times and weather,
plotting our next half-baked travel adventure.
Yes, we are gloriously different creatures-
you, the warm hearth, me, with my toolbox and charts;
but somewhere between spice jars and spreadsheets,
we learned how to embrace each other’s hearts.
So here’s to our not-yet-written chapter,
to golden years we’ve only just begun:
may we roam new trails, make new stories,
and keep laughing and having fun.
If time is kind and luck holds steady,
there’s still so much mischief left to do:
because, my love, my favorite adventure
has always been simply – growing older with you.
