Coming home late, a bit tired, no expectations, I walk through the door.
Our critter comes to say hello, because she thinks you and I are beyond wonderful. Especially if we scratch that certain spot.
I put down my things and take off my earrings, grab a glass of water and sit down to relax.
That’s when I notice. You were thinking of me. You made the bed. You washed the dishes. There’s a note on the table. You signed with love.
I love you too,
Love, February