This Little Life

You steal the last strawberry from my bowl

Then grin like you planned it all along

I leave my jacket on your kitchen chair

You wear it while you hum your favorite song

No grand parade, no perfect scene

Just your hand finding mine between

The coffee cups and morning news

I like the ordinary when it’s you

You make a little room feel wide

Put a Sunday feeling in my stride

Every small thing turns brand-new

When I get to spend the day with you

Laughing with the windows open

Half a sentence, never finished spoken

If the whole world changed its view

I’d still pick this little life with you

You draw a crooked heart beside my name

On the grocery list beneath the rice

We miss the turn and take the longer way

You call it luck, I call it twice as nice

No diamond sky, no movie line

Just your shoulder leaning into mine

The afternoon goes soft and slow

There’s nowhere else I need to go

You make a little room feel wide

Put a Sunday feeling in my stride

Every small thing turns brand-new

When I get to spend the day with you

Laughing with the windows open

Half a sentence, never finished spoken

If the whole world changed its view

I’d still pick this little life with you

Keep the receipt from that corner store

Keep the song we danced to by the door

Keep the messy plans we never do

I’ll keep finding better ways to choose you

You make a little room feel wide

Put a Sunday feeling in my stride

Every small thing turns brand-new

When I get to spend the day with you

Laughing with the windows open

Half a sentence, never finished spoken

If the whole world changed its view

I’d still pick this little life with you

Strawberry thief, my favorite truth

Every little day keeps leading back to you