Home.

Do you know what is good?

Home.

You know – home.

I just adore that ritual of every evening

when the house is still

the dishwasher is magically doing the dirty work

and I pull off my shoes

cozy up in a blanket

and stretch out on the sofa beside Kevin.

I unclip all the do-dads from my hair and I know it must be a tangly mess

and I don’t care at all

and my husband doesn’t care

and I think that’s my favorite kind of love.

We both sigh.

Contented sighs

that set the world straight again.