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
Some cheesey thoughts for the human that fills my heart no matter how far we are. My chosen family. My happy place.
