When we sleep…
…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.