Her taste, salt and sweet and home, scented with all that he had come to associate with love and hope and peace overwhelmed him as his lips brushed over her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, a happy welcome after days apart.
Her touch, the press of her small, delicate frame fitting within the circles of his arms snugged firm against his chest, fitting into the curve of his hands running gently over her back, inviting him to his one true sanctuary.
Her smile, bright as the morning sun after a stormy night told him all he needed to know of what was worth holding fast.
With a quick kiss to his chin, she turned, and handed him his son, and began to fix his breakfast.
Sighing, he sat down, happy with life’s miracles, grateful to be home.