And I’ll marry someone with glasses and a quirky, one-sided smile. A baby face and he looks the cutest when he’s confused. He’ll say, “Honey, look at this…” in a light, airy voice, completely captivated by what he’s seeing. And then I’ll look over his shoulder and rest my head against his and our smiles match. A little face, rose petal eyelids and satin skin, perfect, pure, bliss. A tiny hand curled around a father’s finger, strong and sturdy and encouraging. The tiniest things can be the biggest and we’ll inhale them and savor them for as long as we can until it’s time to exhale and find something new.
