Moments.
They can pass you by in an instant without second thought. Or they can consume your memories for years to come.
Of course there are the big moments – the birthdays, the Christmases, the graduations, the weddings maybe even the births. These moments you remember so vividly for the laughter, the happiness. That one look she gives you across the room, so full of love and contentment.
You cling to these moments when times are hard, and God knows the two of you have suffered some of the hardest. You let these moments take you back in time even if just for a moment. You eat up the nostalgia and let your heart swell as you relive the sacred emotions.
But there are some moments that to you , the individual, that out weigh the rest. Moments that you barely register as significant ,to an outsider they'd be dull ,boring and event-less, to you you're so caught up in the moment wondering if this is even real to know that this is one of those special moments. Moments with her. When she loves you and you love her and none of the rest matters.
Moments like today.
You watch the steady constant rise and fall of a sun kissed chest, a chest draped with hair so golden one would believe she was the sun. You let your eyes trail upwards to hers though they are still closed tight in a satisfied post coital slumber. Yet you know what lies beneath those heavy lids. The cerulean oceans that you so regularly lose yourself in, if eyes could tell a story hers could tell a thousand. So expressive, so deep , so...beautiful.
Beauty. The word when used against her serves no justice yet anything else would be of greater disservice. To you she is the antithesis of all that is ugly. She represents all that is good and pure in your world. She's miraculous, she's breathtaking and she's yours.
In that moment she is yours and you are hers. Wow. You question what you ever did to deserve the wonder that lays beside you.
You are suddenly dragged from your own thoughts as an arm subconsciously tightens across your torso. By now you know this is a tell tell sign that she will soon waken.
You softly trail open mouthed kisses across that oh so tempting collarbone, working your way up to your goddesses neck. You can feel her pulse quicken under your lips and breathing change against your skin. Your wife , damn that sounds amazing, is awake.
Eye lids flutter open revealing those addictive baby blues.
"Mmm morning" she rasps in a voice laced with sleep in such an utterly adorable manner that it makes your heart flutter as it never fails to do.
You move to hover above that enchanting face and delicately peck one cheek. "Good"...you kiss her nose..."morning"...her other cheek..."gorgeous" before finally connecting with flushed pink lips.
"Mmm favorite way to be woken up ever," she sighs out satisfactorily as you continue to pepper her dimpled face in light kisses.
You can't get enough of her. You feel if you stop kissing her she will evaporate into nothing because the reality still hasn't sank in. This woman really is your wife. And you are hers. And in this moment there's very little that needs to be said except...
"I love you Mrs Arizona Robbins-Torres," you state getting lost yet again in those mesmerizing pools of blue.
"You do?" she quirks a mischievous eyebrow.
You giggle, remembering in perfect clarity a past moment when those three magical words were shared between for the first time. Another moment you are unlikely to forget.
"I do" you play your part, reversing the original roles playing along with your wives teasing expecting a further sarcastic reply.
But you don't receive one. Instead she looks at you in a way you know you are mirroring back. A look of pure devotion and sincerity.
"I love you too Mrs Calliope Torres-Robbins," she says.
And in that moment , you know you there is no where else you'd rather be.