Mid-July

You see your mom as butterflies. 

They fill my stomach and my mind,

Every time I think about you.

Your smile makes me smile more.

And that laugh you hate, I adore.

Your eyes are such a stunning shade of blue.

A freckle for every joke you make,

I cackle til my muscles ache.

The best part of my day is you on my phone.

A family man is the best kind to me,

And you can bet that I'm counting down the weeks.

I just can't wait to make you feel at home.