Responding To The Ways...

I’ll kiss you back when you kiss me in front of my parents while I'm pregnant with our first child. I'll probably blush the rest of the day as you remind them of the day you met them and how terrified they were of the idea of you and how far we’ve all come from then.

I won’t tattoo your name on my skin, I'm not big on tattoos but I’ll ink our wedding date on my ring finger as a reminder of my commitment to you. My forever. 

I’ll hang the picture in our bedroom. Just above our bed. The picture of your future. The one with me in it. 

My dream is to see the world. I want to see the world through your eyes and I want you to see the world through mine. I want you to see my eyes light up as I see the Eiffel Tower for the first time at night and I want you to take my hand while we are on the boat ride in Venice. I want you to drool at my perky butt as I walk towards the ocean in my barley there bikini in Greece and I want you to hold me as I giggle and we dance the night away in Amsterdam. 

I’ll write you a song. I’ll write a song only you would ever hear. I'll hum melodies that only you can understand. I’ll write you a song of you. I’ll write you into a song. I'll sing to you. 

I'll cry sometimes, maybe a lot. Because I'm emotional and I'm female and I get to cry. I'll tell you I need you and I'll  hope you understand and if you don't understand, I'll hope you help me understand why. I hope you'll kiss away my tears. 

When you're sad or frustrated with work or life, I'll be there. I won't freak out. I'll make sure you're fed (you know what I'm like) and I'll sit with you and place my hand on your heart and my head on your shoulder. I hope you'll wrap your arms around me and watch your frustrations disappear even if for a second. I hope I'm your home. I hope I'm your peace. I intend to be. 

I'm going to get mad at you. A lot. I won't apologise all the time. Even when I'm wrong. I'll sulk and yearn for attention while making shakara. I’ll apologise when you get mad. I hope it's not often. 

I’ll cook. For you. With you. For our kids. With our kids. I'll rub flour on your cheeks and you'll retaliate and I'll get fake mad and send you out of the kitchen but you won't leave. You'll come up behind me and hold my waist and I'll smile and turn around and kiss your lips and tell you to behave. 

I’ll dress up for dinner dates. And you'll look at me like you're seeing me for the first time. Every time. And I'll lower my gaze and giggle as you take my hand, proud that I'm with you. 

I'll take you on dinner dates. And you'll let me. Because I want to. And because you like it when I do. Because I like balance. And so do you. And because every now and then, only RALEY, you'll be sort of broke.

I’ll call you good looking. Because you are. When you call me sexy, I'll smile and call you good looking. Even when you're mad at me, I'll call you good looking. Because you are. 

I'll look at you from across the room and you'll get the message because you get me. Even when it's bad. 

I won’t look through your phone. But I'll ask questions. A lot. And I hope you're honest all the time. 

I’ll never lie to you.

We'll workout together. Because I like to be in shape. And because we are cool like that. 

I won't pick a fight with another woman. I've learnt not to. I'll ask you questions though. A lot. And I hope you're honest all the time. 

I’ll come. With you. For you. Every time. 

We’ll cuddle. Most of the time (lol you know what I'm like) 

We’ll argue and bicker and fight sometimes. And when we do, it may be my fault. But we'll never go to bed mad at each other. We'll have a conversation. At the very least. 

I'll be honest with you. I'll be kind to you. I'll love you. In ways you couldn't have envisioned. 

There’s 22 ways to loving me
And I'm responding to all of them

Got the original post from a friend's blog here- Toxic and played with a response. :) Enjoy.