Sunday with this one.

Vibes.

I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. I won’t ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle. I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the tomatoes when we order the donair pizza. I will kiss the papercuts and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at hockey table, sometimes, other times I will not; I will go faster, harder. I will pull when you want and tease you when you don’t. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts, not always, not on schedule, just whenever I want to. Whenever I think you need one, or seven. I will hold your hand and I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.

Advent calendar • Day 9: King of suspenders