Sometimes I'm using the copy machine, staring at the blank wall, mesmerized by the repeated "ker-chunk, ker-chunk" and find myself back at home in the kitchen and he's laying his hand aside my cheek and so gently giving me kiss and lightly-feather-whispery touching my hair.
Sometimes I’m reading and glance over the top of my book and his eyes and his smile and his skin all say, "I love you!"
I’m so lucky.
Happy Tuesday!