again, and then again.

lying there last night, with the pin oak making a shadow against the blinds, i spoke to you of our first month together. the first date. first kiss. then of the other months. the hard times in college. that time we stayed up arguing across the city limits and highway lines until two in the morning. we laughed and said we're glad that was over.

you rolled over and fell asleep and i turned toward the window to pray.

before i did, a thought came to me. clear as the night sky watching over the blueberry bush behind the shed.

i would do it again. all of it. me and you. i'd play it back in slow motion, feasting on the moments, catching something new each time. a smile i missed. something you whispered. a touch of your arm on my back when i was turned away.

i'd live it again. if it meant falling asleep on a monday at midnight, with a pup between us and the comforter hot against our knees, i would.