I've been thinking about happiness
And what exactly it is

Maybe it's the cliche

The rise and fall of your chest when I lay beside you at night

Or maybe it's the way you shrug your shoulders when you're cold and wet

The best things are probably your arms wrapping around my waist when I do the dishes

Or when I catch you bobbing your head to the music that we like best

It could be the quiet moments,
when you're sitting in the sun

That special look,
when you've sat down with a book

Or when you're so excited to open mail,
the way you elongate your "yeesss"

It might be when you kiss my forehead,
calling me beautiful when I'm a mess

But it's probably the way you make
every moment
feel like our home