My favorite time of day

is the moment I get into bed.

Not because I get to rest (although that's nice)
or that I finally get some quiet, uninterrupted time (although that's a part of it)
but because I get to be with him.

I stare into his ocean eyes
move my body against his
and remember again how freaking lucky I am.

I get to sleep with a THIS boy for the rest of my life.
And the comfort I feel in that sentence
and what it represents

is exactly what I've always wanted.