As I write, the fire is lit, the lights are dim...and Bob is curled up on the sofa beside me, wrapped in my fluffy purple dressing gown watching Dora's ABC's for the thousandth time. It's almost 11pm, James is on a rare night out and Toad's no.1 and 2 are asleep upstairs.
Bob is sleepily twirling my hair and every so often he tells me "go asleep" because he wants me to lie on the sofa beside him (I don't think he appreciates the breadth of my posterior).
He should be in bed, of course, but the moment is too lovely to ruin with fighting. Sleep will come in it's own time.
The tranquil, lovely moments of closeness are precious, when I put aside OT, ST, play, reading, writing etc etc and we just simply are.
I don't believe in God, but I do believe in this.