Give me a man who’s there at midnight when the mercury pushes over 100.
Give me a man who isn’t afraid of croup and will sit in the bathroom for long steamy shifts with the shivering, hacking boy as they both breathe in the healing steam of the shower.
Give me a man who knows which boy needs what lovie and who can always, always find the missing pacifiers. Give me a man who comes home early without being asked. Give me a man who always brings chocolate.
There were days I ranted about forgotten roses and anniversaries. Now I wake up at midnight and find you on the bottom bunk with a boy who’s sweating out his fever and my heart blooms.
You are my middle of the week, March 1st Valentine.