I wake up to you grunting because you are hungry or you don't like the way the blankets are... those are my favorite kind of sounds.
I lay with you while your tired hand holds mine... that is my favorite feeling.
You hold my face with your hands and look me straight in the eyes... that is my favorite sight.
The way you jump when you hear a loud noise makes me laugh because it reminds me getting scared is a part of being human.
You help me accept things about myself I otherwise might be ashamed of.
When everyone is encouraged to dance and be merry you observe and feel happy in your heart to witness such joy. "Again!" Your quiet enthusiasm makes my soul smile.
Suzie Sateri
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