I remind myself to stop thinking
about work
about housework
about what's on tv
about how tired, hungry and stressed I am.
Just delight in the feel of your weight in my arms,
the softness of your cheek against mine,
your hand on mine,
softly singing a lullaby or looking at the stars on your ceiling.
These moments are food for my soul:
I just want to drink them all in.
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