…without little people in the middle I crawl over to his side of the bed.  I wedge my shoulder under his arm and nuzzle the top of my head into his neck.  There’s a place there, just under his collar bone that is mine.  That is the best place on earth.  Where I sleep with the sound of his heart beating in my ear.  Where it smells like a summer’s day.   Where it is always warm and always safe.  And mine. No one’s but mine.

If I live a hundred more years, I hope this is always my favorite place.  That I always fall asleep there.  Warm and safe and lucky and loved.

I love you, darling boy.  Happy Anniversary.