Lucky

When my husband walked through the door I threw my arms around him. How perfect they fit around him. How he knows my thoughts before I speak. How he laughs from my expression only and says, "where did you come from??" How we make up names for our alter-egos that annoy us. How one squeeze from his hand alerts me to make a quick look around me to see what hot mess just walked by so we can talk about it later. How lucky am I to be his <3