The best part of my day happens late at night when the house is quiet.
After I lay in bed reading far later into the night than a person with responsibilities before noon ever should.
When, eventually, I set down my book, turn out my light and curl up on my side to fall asleep.
Right then it happens.
The best part of the day.
I reach behind me and gently tap on John’s sleeping form. Then I wait with quiet, happy anticipation for him to roll over, wrap his arm around me, and tuck us together. Safe, warm and loved I fall asleep.
The perfect end to any kind of day.
I’m holding out for a lifetime.