I work a closing shift - maybe it was 8:30, maybe it was an hour later. Maybe I did overtime. Ride home in the dark, watch for the moon above the horizon. Open the door, and the animals come running to greet me, excited that I'm home. I meet my wife in the kitchen, where dinner is almost done. She hands me a drink she's mixed up from the bar
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I love feeling like you've earned it; years of being together and ups and downs make you look into the eyes of the one you love and see everything and realize how huge it all is. And here you are: in this perfect moment, created of your histories and your experiences and knowing that you can't have made it to that point without all of those things a part of you as a unit.
I love it.
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