all over again

To make you laugh when the world is heavy.

To watch a thousand sunrises with you, sleepy eyes, your hand in mine as the sky turns gold.

To hold your hand through every storm and every season.

To listen — really listen — even to the small things, especially to the small things.

To choose you again on the easy days, and twice as hard on the difficult ones.

To grow old with you and call it the greatest adventure.