My husband burst into my office today with brows scrunched together in concern.
“Did we say I love you today yet?”
I scoured my memory at the question. Oh. “No, I don’t think so.”
“I knew something felt wrong today,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I respond with a chuckle. “That it?”
“Yes. I love you, now everything feels right again,” he says, disappearing into his own office as if nothing happened.
I laugh, feeling all giddy, and promptly get back to work. Seven years married, eleven years together, and the butterflies never stop.