And then there are moments of delicious intimacy.
Before I made the sandwich for my husband, we lie on the bed, with the new bright duvet and pillows covers and melted. A quiet dance of hand holding, sweet kisses and careeses. I lie under his chin and rub my cheek across his stubble. He lifts my t-shirt and runs his hand slowly up and down my back. I smile, he smiles. I chuckle, he chuckles.
Mirror me, mirror you.