You Are My Sunshine

My lady often does really sweet things for me. She is understated about it, but I know that she is always looking for ways to make me want to come home, be comfortable and connect. She lights candles toward the end of the evening so the house is cozy. She turns the warmer on for my side of the bed when it's cold and she makes sure there are enough treats around to keep me from going to bed hungry.

Yesterday when I came home she had re-organized our picture display so it is all on my side of the bed so I can look at the too big smiles and happy moments that we have shared just being together.

I am a very in the moment person. Satu always knows that I love her because I do, every waking moment and I am easy to read. She is my person. Always. I would rather talk to her than anyone on the planet. Yep, if it came down to it, I would pick a good conversation with my wife over a round table discussion with Mary Roach, Angelina Jolie and Barack Obama.

I always know Satu loves me, but I get prone to insecurity or feeling lost, so she keeps reminding me in little ways like the way she makes little happy noises when I put my hand on her, or spending most of her day planning a delicious salmon dinner like she did on Monday.

I can't wait to come home from work tonight and kiss her hot sleeping forehead and hear her make her little happy grunt in response. That tiny, drowsy noise from her chest is the same as saying I love you in a million ways.