For twenty years, he’s been looking at me this way.
Through high school, and uni (x3).
Through the newlywed phase, then pregnancy. Through labour and birth.
Through early parenthood, and postnatal depression.
Through career changes, and financial storms.
Through anxiety, and grief.
Through the best, and the worst.
He’s never stopped looking at me this way.
I hope he never does.
Happy Anniversary, love.