There are days when I wake up and it's like I've forgotten this is where we are now. That you're here and mine and we're back together again and there's this moment where my heart stops and I'm surprised. But then I'm not. I relax and I'm so fucking happy and grateful that somehow things happened the way they did and like they're supposed to.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. This is a ramble that doesn't make sense, written after one of those exact moments and YOU don't even realize you're in it because you're sleeping beside me, safe.

I love you. And I haven't always said it as much as I should, certainly not as much as I felt it. But I love you and you deserved to read as much the moment you woke up.

Now come in the kitchen. I made pancakes.

Your wife.