Sundays With You

we wake to the sounds of chirping birds

as we do every morning

you a few hours before I

so by the time my eyes open

I am accompanied in bed only by our cats

and in the room by our birds and lizard

two cups of coffee

but too many morning kisses to count

I write; you play games

(not the kind of games

lovers have played with me before

not the kind involving lies

and ending in tears

you would never play those games with me

nor I with you)

we reconvene in between the words and games

for snacks and more morning kisses

well, afternoon kisses now I suppose

tending to our babies:

a shy black and white cat

a friendly orange cat

a sweet but spikey bearded dragon

a grey finch

a white finch

(both with songs to sing)

and two succulents

stretching towards the sun

I've been thinking

about how much I love my life with you

the simple things

like when you remind me to take my meds

or when we're in bed with the cats

and our whole little family is all in one room

I love my little family with you

we drive to your mom's place for dinner

she greets us

along with two little dogs in sweaters

your mom is loving

and her hugs are warm

it's homey here

thank you for sharing your family with me

thank you for being my family

I love this Sunday with you

and all the ones before it

and all the ones after it

I will love you every Sunday

and every other day

for the rest of my life

and whatever comes next

so with a few goodnight kisses

I'll fall asleep in your arms

and smile at the thought

of waking up with you again on Monday