lately, i’ve noticed how often i go without really looking into my husband’s eyes.
entire days pass with meals prepared and schedules orchestrated and teeth flossed and still i haven’t paused long enough to look into the eyes of the man with whom i spend my days.
sometimes i remember.
i call him back.
we really see each other.
we have a moment.
today, after 6 days home together, i see it. his hand. the top of it. i reach out and touch it. it’s magical. like wow. here’s a hand. here’s a whole person who i see every day, but rarely notice.