There was a moment today when Debo was getting ready to go that he just pulled me onto his chest and held me. I love these moments. Amidst the laughing and such we have these little pockets of time where we just stop and “be”. I could lay there forever if it was possible. Times like this remind me of one of my favorite poems by langleav He and I.

When words run dry
he does not try
nor do I

We are on par

He just is
I just am
and we just are