We're perpetually tired. Worn out and worn down. Sometimes, we let familiarity and routine take over. Because it's easy, and effort and energy are in short supply. Adults. Parents. Provider. Nurturer. I look at you often and what I see now isn't what I used to see. It's not bad, just different.
I take comfort in your presence, even when no words are spoken. Because I know you. Your every expression, every gesture, every laugh, every sigh. I know you, body and soul.
Life flies by, faster and faster every day. The blur of monotony and repetition. Some days, I wonder if you'll pass me by, too. Spun out of control in this orbit of chaos. But then my feet find your feet under the covers. And they stay pressed against each other, saying everything that needs to be said. My constant, my compass, my safe harbor in the world.
My feet find your feet and I can breathe again.