Window Shopping

Snow falls around him, this man who can be both my hero and stand back and let me be my own. This one-of-a-kind man I can’t wait to marry in the spring.

I pack every ounce of love for him into a smile. “I matching robes love you.”

“I matching robes love you back,” he rasps, emotion weighing down every word. Then he climbs the stairs, wraps an arm around the small of my back and walks side by side with me into the house.

THE END

It’s our first best Christmas together. First of many over the decades.

And with her, each one is better than the last.

“You’re home now.” But that’s not quite right, so I amend it. “We’re home now.”