twenty minutes of gold.

last night,

after a mediocre crock pot meal,

you finished a project at the table 

while i did the dishes.

mumford & sons quietly serenaded us.

occasionally getting swallowed up in the water

as i rinsed the 'meh' off our plates.

we exchanged a handful of words

but mostly kept to our work.

at one point, i stopped rinsing

so i could look at you.

i wanted to remember

the way you bent over your work,

your hands constantly moving

with only one foot planted on the linoleum.

i wanted to remember

because it was those twenty minutes,

in almost perfect silence,

that made me love you more.

now that quiet moment in our kitchen

has a special place on my shelf of favorites

in my ever-growing heart.

it's amazing, really.

there are times i feel my heart has reached max capacity

and if one more thing sneaks in,

it will undoubtedly burst with love.

but right before that happens,

it stretches just a little bit more.

you did that to me.

you came in

and fixed the holes in my heart

with little bits of spandex. 

you knew i'd need a whole heart.

a stretchy heart.

a heart that could handle

all these feelings.

thanks for patching me up

and filling me with love. 

i feel like a piñata.

the fanciest kind of piñata.