For the past three nights, I’ve been away for work.
For three nights, I’ve missed the sound of her breathing and the weight of her head on my chest as I’ve drifted to sleep.
For three mornings, I’ve rolled over only to discover that she isn’t there to snuggle as my body awakens for a new day.
For three days, I’ve missed her in ways I never knew possible.
When I hear the door open, I spin, soapy hands outreached and a grin on my face as she rushes towards me. I jump as she lifts and in an instant, all is well with the world.
We are wrapped up in each other, smiling like giddy school girls as we kiss, again and again, trying to make up for three days in a single moment.
I am so happy to be home.