Here's to You

Here's to the way you sing in the shower,

you're off-pitched, crackly voice. 

Here's to your inability 

to hide a single thing you feel. 

Here's to your messed up hair, 

and morning breath. 

Here's to the way you play the piano, 

your fingers moving too fast for my eyes. 

Here's to the scar above your left eye, 

from hitting your head as a kid. 

Here's to your crooked teeth, 

and your regrets for not getting braces.

Here's to the way you smell,
sweet and pretty.

Here's to your big dreams,
especially the one about the moon.

Here's to your dry hands in the winter, 

always asking for lotion. 

Here's to your dreams 

too big and foolish.

Here's to the way you walk
with your hands in your pockets.

Here's to your real laugh, 

the one you hate and try to hide. 

Here's to the way you rub your forefinger 

and thumb together when you're nervous. 

Here's to the way you cry 

every time we watch E.T.

Here's to the way you smile
when you're deep in sleep. 

Here's to you. 

Every silly, dumb, ugly, perfect thing about you.