This morning Doug hugged me and gently kissed my neck.
“I love you. I love everything about you. I love the pillowcase wrinkles on your cheek. I love the way your hair is matted down here and sticking up there. I love the dried drool marks on your chin. I love the mascara smears under your eyes. I – HEY, where are you going? What’s wrong? Come back! I thought we could go back to bed when Evan takes his morning nap.”

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