Raindrops dripping on the roof.
Dim kitchen light.
A candle lit.
Tv quiet, white noise.
The air conditioner blowing, cool air.
You’re sound asleep, my heart full from laughing and almost falling over, the most euphoric - heartwarming feeling and I’ve never felt it, I never felt that bolt of electricity that jolts you full of joy, smiling and high off each other.
Dr. Seuss book, giggling and bedtime, growing up so fast, I can’t believe you’re 7.
Calm.
Quiet house:
Peace.
I’m home.