Cannot sleep, but this is nothing new, am sure I’ll be tired enough sooner rather than later.
One thing that occured to me as I lay in bed, my wife was cuddled into me, my arm around her, her head nestled on my chest, it was I who felt safe. I am loved and cared for and every day I am grateful for this, my friend, my lover, my soul mate. I tell her I love her often, but it sounds like habit.
I write this, because I love you lacks the impact it once had and I need to find better ways to tell her how much she means to me and has done for me.
In the darkest day, she is the light and when I am lost, she is the northern star which guides me home.