The Power of You

The table set for dinner only just for one
Staring at your empty chair
Remembering all of the crazy laughs we shared
Last time you were sitting there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
And smell your scent upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don’t replace you holding me

Our house is not a home when I’m here alone
You turn my darkness to light
And you make everything all right

– Lyrics by Kelly Rowland


Scents have an uncanny ability to trigger memories.

I wonder if you know the power of your scent on my pillow.

Your Inner Child

Honestly, you act just like a ten-year-old boy sometimes. (Thinking about “shoes” as I write this.)

If you are at all familiar with the qualities of a ten-year-old (and I know you are), you know that words like “brat” come to mind immediately. On one hand, there is still a sweet boyishness, with their tousled hair, freckled faces and sweet baby cheeks. On the other hand, their eyes are usually gleaming with orneriness, and an impish grin resides permanently between those baby cheeks. Oh, the language that erupts from those innocent little mouths during those years. Everything from insults to swear words comes flying out at least once, and then, ever so carefully the limits are tested. How much back-talk will mom, dad, or a teacher put up with before the boundaries are slammed down with gale force? It’s like the secret pact of every ten-year-old to annoy and frustrate their siblings to tears, to antagonize and goad their parents to the point of explosion and to just flat-out wear everybody out with their annoying antics.

I see a boyishness in you, my darling husband, at some of the oddest moments. I have a personal window into your soul that no other person on earth has. You can make me want to kiss your sweet cheeks one moment and tempt me to slap them hard the very next. ツ

I love to see the inner child so plainly in you, just one more thing to love about you.


I love you for the man you are, I love you for the things you do and I love you for the things you say. But most of all I love you because you love me for the woman I am, for the things I do and for the things I say.

He Loves Me

My husband, the man I chose. You were single, close to being awarded confirmed batchelor status, but after all those years of being a single man, you chose me.

There is nothing that binds us together outside of ourselves and our choice to be with one another. You have promised to love me for the rest of your life. That is a super powerful feeling. Knowing that I am loved makes all the difference in the world to me. Life is hard and relationships are hard work: why bother at all, if there isn’t love?

How do I know you love me? Well, that would be a post for another day, but suffice it to say, you declare your love to me in a myriad of ways. It’s definitely not like the old farmer’s wife joke. In “Fiddler on the Roof” the wife asks her husband one day if he loves her. The old farmer bellows, “Woman, I told you once on the day we got married, and if it ever changes I’ll let you know!”

I sometimes take for granted the ways you express your love for me, often through good deeds or provision of material needs, sometimes those ways are too subtle, sometimes I need bluntness. But no matter how you say it or show it, I always know that you love me … I can feel it in my heart. And, I love you.

You’re Not Here

You’re not here. These walls feel too close and this house seems too empty. Everything feels wrong.

Later I will listen for your car door, your keys, your feet on the mat. I’ll pace the floor, hoping that every approaching car is yours, coming to take me in your arms and tell me that you’ve come home. 


Would you mind if I sat a while with you? No words. No fuss. I just want to sit beside you and take “us” in.

Lost In You

Just give me a minute to get used to how amazing you feel … to soak in this moment and breathe in your space.

The past months have passed like an eternity; so don’t move an inch while I memorize your body once again. Over. Under. Around.

Forget the clock for our little while and let this moment be ours. Look into my eyes for one more second. Just long enough for me to get lost in you.

Happy Together

“It takes an entire lifetime to write the words ‘And they lived happily ever after’.”

After months and months apart, I am finally with you … so here’s to loving you forever, happily. 

The Forever Wait

The forever wait is finally coming to an end.

My silly girl heart will soar as I wait for my flight to close the distance between you and me. I’ll smile at everyone around me as I impatiently wait for the announcement that my flight is boarding.
(It’s been so long since these arms held. Since these knees got weak.)

Then, somewhere around halfway, I’ll start to savour the giddiness I feel as I inch closer to you … knowing that you are there, waiting for me, with those arms open wide. Just for me.

In Your Arms

I can’t wait to lie next to you at night and fall asleep in your arms… it’s where I belong.

After almost an entire year apart, tomorrow night, in your arms is exactly where I’ll be.

I Don’t Like Missing You


This week has been a good week, stressful but good. I am busy packing for the move. My life is one huge buzz of activity. If I am not the go then my brain is and unfortunately at this moment … my brain is not being agreeable for the tasks at hand.

I’ve had too many moments missing being with a certain someone. The thing is, I just don’t like missing. I’ve never missed anyone besides you and am surprised to find that I have become so sentimental. This flutter of emotion is bewildering and now I have a headache.

 Thank you, sir, for being my headache. I miss you.

Spicy Love

I’m watching people, the days and life pass. I see couples and kids and dogs and bikes and summertime things that make me happy.

But each passing moment has me missing you more. It seems like forever since I’ve seen you. The “we” stuff is sitting on the stove … should I be doing something with it? Should I stir it? Should I add some salt and pepper? Maybe so because last night I had a spicy dream about you. No one seems to add flavour to my day, or night, like you. Your presence, whether in real time or dreamtime, puts me in another space. 

The Silliest Things Remind Me of You

You are always on my mind. Not just because I love you but because everyday things remind me of you. Simple things. Silly things. Everything.

Like every time I eat Cookies n Cream ice cream… I think of you. When I have a cookie I think of you… I think about you licking the creamy insides with your tongue, one side at a time and raking the creamy filling off with your teeth, allowing it to dissolve in your mouth, filling your mouth with a sweet, pleasant sensation.

 Mmmm … 

Dragon Slayer

My prince, you’ve disappeared into the wilds of northern Canada and I’m here in my little East Coast kingdom. I know you’re out there dragon slaying and this princess is tending to her own little kingdom. But it just would be nice to have my prince stop by for a drink and say “good going, woman” … take me in your arms for a hug and enjoy being alive and in the same place.

Not so … you’re slaying a really big, big dragon – one that breathes fire and black smoke and whose breath smells, oddly enough, like roofing tar. I’ll let you alone to enjoy the carnage. I know when I have left my little kingdom behind and am carried to yours on silver wings, we’ll live that happily ever after story (with maybe some ogre’s thrown in just to keep it exciting).

Can You Feel The Love

I love you. The things you do, the way you think, and the way you move. I get excited every time I am about to see you, whether it’s been months or a few hours since I’ve seen you last. You make me feel like I’ve never felt before in my life. And I don’t ever want this feeling to go away.

(Can you feel her love for you? She thinks about you non-stop. She fights the urge to throw her arms around you when she sees you. She struggles to keep her hands to herself. When she talks to you, she always has this smile and she truly feels happy. With one hug, you make her melt and you always leave her with week knees. She believes you are perfect for her and you’ve been worth every second of the wait.) 

Right Now

Right now, I feel good.

I feel good knowing that in 7 days I’ll be with you. I feel good knowing that I’ll finally get to see you each and everyday.

I’ve hated the feeling of missing you over the past few months. Every day without you has been a struggle, but thinking and dreaming of you fills me with a wonderful feeling. My intense love for you, and your love for me, tells me that the best is still ahead. And the future with you is what I live for.

I Love…

… the way you hold me when we’re sleeping.

There’s A Difference

There’s sex, making love and fucking.

And then there’s you.


Most nights I’m fine.
I crawl into my bed alone; I dream about faraway lands and fairy tale times and wake to another day full of potential.

But some nights I’m not so fine. Sometimes I just want you to hold me, to laugh with me, to call me your sweetheart. These are the nights when missing you is almost too much for me to handle.

I’ve missed you every day. But, I have been able to smile a bit and be glad that I have a love like you and that is enough to keep me going until we are together again.

My dearest husband,

So much of who I am today I owe to you. Do you remember the first time we were together, in that hotel room, in that little east coast town? We went from kissing, to exploring each other’s bodies, to rolling around on the bed – I was dizzy with passion. That morning began the period of my life where you woke me up, taught me how to live and how to love.

This letter is a thank you. You have taught me more about myself than I had ever thought possible. Despite a lifetime of secrets, I learned how to tell you the truth about anything and everything. And I learned that you wanted to hear it. Sometimes it was hard – it’s not easy to always tell someone the truth. But it was so important to me to do so, to tell you everything, to let you IN, that once I started telling you everything in my heart and head, I never looked back.

Thank you for knowing how I take my coffee. Thank you for always worrying about my safety and happiness. For making who I am the single most interesting thing in the world to you.

Thank you for touching me, holding me, making love to me, fucking me. And, for doing it whenever we want. Thank you for giving me the best times of my life, the stuff that most people only dream about but that I get to have. Thank you for the ring you gave me, which never comes off the finger on my left hand.

Thank you for telling me all the secrets you had. Thank you for dusting out the cobwebs in your soul and taking a chance on me again. Thank you for going with me to new places, to be able to eat and drink in a foreign city and whittle away the hours we were not in bed sightseeing and just being with me. Thank you for holding my hand when we walk.

Thank you for bringing me a drink when I am taking a bubble bath. For the love letters you wrote me. And for your face lighting up every time you saw me, every time I came into the room.

And most of all, thank you for waiting for me. For believing in us even when I was confused. Thank you for being the love of my life and my dearest friend.

I will always love you. Always.


 Your wife


Hit By Love

Looking back is easy
If you’ve got memories like ours
It took a moment to believe
But there we were, the two of us
Hit by love

Lila McCann Hit By Love


However inappropriate this picture may be, I just love it. To me, it’s like getting slapped broadside across the face with the fact that I am in love!  It’s a fun and exhilarating feeling – it’s a feeling of being excited about love.  

Fun, thrilling, exciting… all words to describe how I feel about you.  


Hooked On Love

You have snagged my heart.

I love you.

Soon My Love

Waiting and wanting you has been the focus of my thoughts these days. This distance is an inconvenience; I know that each day that passes is one day closer to you but it doesn’t make missing you any easier.

Crazy For You

Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here turns me crazy, but it’s you who makes me lose my head. 

And every time I’m meant to be acting sensible you drift into my head and turn me into a crumbling fool.  Adele “Crazy For You”

You are amazing! And, I am crazy about you. I’m crazy about your kisses that always lead me to a place of forgetfulness. Every time you look at me it makes me forget the rest of the world … all I see is you and me. 

The Best Thing

I know I don’t have much to offer. I am not rich. I am not powerful. I am not perfect in anyway. I can be difficult. I can be such a pain in the ass. I know once in a while I’m more than a little hard to handle.

You make me feel like the most valuable person in the world. You don’t need to spend a whole lot to make me feel special. You do it all on your own, in words and actions.

I feel like I can do anything with you by my side. Even if the whole world turned against me, you would stand by me. I’m glad you believe in me.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You love me for me. And that makes me happy.

You make it so easy to smile. You make me feel like I can do anything. Right now it’s hard because we can’t see each other day and sometimes we don’t even get to talk everyday, but through it all our relationship has stayed strong. I will never let you go and I’ll love you with everything I am for all of my life.

I Love You. Forever and Always.


Your hand on my face; I love that feeling.

I Love … You

I love you, my husband. You have no idea how much I do.

I love the words you say. The moves you make. The way you hug me from behind. The way you kiss my lips.  The way you talk about life and about us. The way you’re cool and calm. The way you’re silent, sitting there beside me, looking at me, making me wonder … how can silent presence speak so much without using words?

I like the way you rub my shoulders. I love it when you touch me. And I love it when I touch you. I love protective you. I adore happy you. I love the safety in you. I love the easiness in you.

No one knows anything about you like me. Because the world doesn’t know. But I know. I know who you are.

You are a good man. You care. You love. You make my life, my future, my past even. You make ‘me’.

I want make you happy.

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