I run my fingers through his hair, using a phrase we say to the kids a lot. “To the moon and back.”
“Hearing that never gets old,” he says.
I kiss him again. “How was your day?”
His hands slide up my back; his forehead presses to mine. “Good. We’re making progress. Yours?”
“Another day in paradise, baby.” I smile and kiss him. “Just another day in paradise.”