Six Years of Us

I planned to leave for Ireland,

but I didn’t want to go.

I ended up working in Hilton,

through in Glasgow.

Was it fate?

We could never know.

But that’s where I met you,

six years ago.

A random trip to Glencoe,

taking photos of the deer.

Staying over in that hotel–

chatting for hours.

We’re always laughing

about the silly things.

Best friends–

does that sound cliche?

True all the same.

Not a perfect love

(whose is?)

but a solid one.

Perfect for us.

Dancing around the kitchen,

giving Buddy a whole persona,

choosing nights in instead of

nights out.

Because it’s better together.

Trips away,

like Bologna

and Florence

and Tenerife.

Pregnant with Ellie.

She arrived one day in December.

You bought her that wee polar bear–

remember? 

It’s been six years of us,

there for each other–

I could do it for a lifetime.

Building a life,

building a home,

building a family–

always knowing that ‘safe’

is with

you.