There are some evenings where slowing down is the best thing you can do. I arrive home from work and slip into a tee shirt and track suit bottoms. He arrives home 5 minutes later. He is tired as per usual and flops onto the bed after removing everything except his shorts. We lie on the bed together, his head resting in the curve of my belly and peacefully snooze for 15 minutes. I stroke his hair and he reaches up and holds my other hand. There are no words that need to be said. The moment is blissful.