love not for granted

when you love me

it means something different 

than a child loving a parent 

because I wasn’t your parent 

and you didn’t choose me 

I am not an innate object of affection

like a mother or a father 

and yet you love me

those little moments take my breath away 

the unexpected outbursts of contentment 

the surprise kisses 

the hand holding 

the trust

we are so lucky to have each other

aren’t we?