Why I love you

Tonight, you kissed me different.

While we were laying in bed, our son snoring between us, Todd curled between my legs, Dodgers vs Cubs on the TV, you leaned over and said “kiss me”.

You softly put your fingers under my chin and tugged it toward you.

But tonight it was different.

You kissed me, pulled back just a half inch, and paused for just a second, kissed me, and then did it again.

If someone were watching, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed.

But, what you were doing, which even took me a moment to realize, was pulling back just enough to let me breathe through my mouth since I’m so congested.

Even if you don’t realize you were doing it, you did it.

Tonight it was, just, different.