…waking up next to you. Your warm body curled against my back with your arm pinning me against you. Your breath soft on my neck as you do your best to not be awake yet.
…running errands with you. The hectic mix of exasperation and single minded focus garners typically hilarious results. We get what we want. We make a good team.
…chilling in a hot tub with you. Hot water. Cold drinks. Two puppies whining for us to throw the ball. Our laughter over all.
…helping you with your homework. My jokes for you to drop and give me twenty. Your Mom saying I should ask for something better. You making me a drink in repentance for getting an answer wrong.
…doing our own things, together. You on your video games, saving the intergalactic universe. Me knitting, blogging, tweeting. Together, but on our own. A perfect place to be.
…being with you. My world isn’t right when your aren’t here. You make it right, just by being. If that isn’t love, I’m not sure what is.