I look forward to being a morning person, reminding you of the time, and making breakfast,
while you sleep through your alarm clock.
I can’t wait to cook with you, clean with you, run errands, watch our shows, go on walks, have long talks over dinner, and make more routines with you.
I can see ahead, we’ll be pushing each other to be our best selves, having tough conversations, taking on new adventures to new places, both close by and far away, packing our love for each other wherever we go.
Every time the moon rises I look forward to our next day, because when the sun rises I get to be a morning person again, and be your sunshine when you wipe the sleep from your eyes.
Each day together has been a gift, and with every sunrise I look forward to being blessed again with your love. – RSM
As my physical body rests I find a dope lunar crater, as my astral self walks along the sun drenched moon.
I manifest my favorite skateboard, and do a nose grind in a goofy stance along the outer rim.
I feel a sense of clarity as the sun’s rays bounce off and shine through me, a warmth so rich;
The moon looks like a crescent shape from Earth tonight, so it makes sense,
that i look back at a certain spot on Earth, reflect on the very recent past and begin to reminisce…
I’ll remember gazing along the gold crescent moon and finding the hanging star.
I’ll remember the nerves that possessed me, until I realized I wasn’t the only one with butterflies, not by a long shot.
I’ll remember the way I felt when I saw them all, family, old and new, emerging in their Sunday best.
I’ll remember how love lit up the room, a warmth like the sun-a chamber of collective radiance across the river from my mother-metropolis.
I’ll remember having the best view in the room, as the master of ceremonies often does, and before I knew it, my job was done.
I enjoyed it so much, the one thing I forgot was where I put my nerves-they seemed to get lost in the rain and clouds as the bridal party, groom, and the bride walked out.
I’ll remember when the dance floor swelled, and food and wine surfed along as every tune on the soundtrack was somebody’s favorite song,
A certain kind of magic was created as we celebrated, the kind that compels the crowd to just know that this night would be truly special.
Only magical nights like these stay true, as we look back in the years to come.
I won’t remember this dream I describe, nor most others when I arise,
But as I slip further into a deep sleep state, kickflipping on the moon, doing a lil’ sleep-skate,
I look back at that spot on Earth and rewind, to the 1st of December, 2019, to one of my most loved memories; one of my life’s best keepsakes.- RSM
Post-It notes, reminding me to eat leftovers in the fridge.
Helping me become a 1000% better cook.
Not letting me stay mad; figuring things out and making peace instead.
Being inseparable on the weekends.
Making plans to travel the world.
When I can make you laugh really hard, about anything, anything at all. – RSM