He Makes Me Smile

I’m sitting crosslegged on the couch, laptop warm on my legs, as I usually do early on weekday mornings. It would be more efficient to get up and get out of the house, quickly and off to work, but I’m finding it harder and harder to get going in the mornings, most mornings. I like this quiet space, with the only noises being the steady fall of artificial rain while Mike takes his shower and the quiet hum of the computer fan.

This morning I’m so engrossed in what I’m reading that I don’t notice Mike get out of the shower, or realize that he’s dressed and hovering over me until he sneaks in to plant a peck on my cheek. I look up and he kisses me, long and slow and then starts kissing me with quick, little kisses, bobbing his head back and forth, pulling his lips away and then placing them back on mine in rapid fire succession until I start to laugh.

“There, that’s what I wanted. Your beautiful laugh and smile,” he says as he gives me one final kiss and turns to leave. “I love your smile.”

I haven’t stopped smiling since…