I have put in the hours.

The 10000 hours necessary to learn how to best love her. But i know there’s always more work to do. More to learn. More to grow. And I love every second of it. So bring on the next 10,000 days. And the next set of lessons.

Idk if anyone has the patience for me that I’m trying to practice for others. And is willing to love me the way I love.

But my hands work hard. In everyway. I cook, clean, massage, write, ride, whatever is needed that’s me. Thats what i love. Serving. Easing the burden she carries.

Idk if i’m enough. But hopefully the work of these calloused hands shows. Hopefully the crafts if my labour are hung in the art exhibit of her life. Hopefully these calloused hands see a ring soon. Hopefully the difficulty of the task lessens and the work becomes easier. And my hands dont blister. And my heart gets filled. And i’m loved.