Joel Miller would have never thought he’d be in a position where he’d be seated in a nice comfortable wooden chair across from his beautiful beloved wife. not friend. not partner..wife

you who were sitting across from him reading an old book about gardening, your eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration oblivious to him admiring you

just then a soft pair of running footsteps could be heard approaching the small kitchen and before Joel turned his attention towards the familiar sound there she was

a small four year old toddler. brown frizzycurly hair, purple faded out shirt paired with pink sweats and missed matched socks, ran up to you, small hands gesturing to picked up in which you gladly did- garden book forgotten as you perched her up on your lap, placing a kiss on her head as she giggled

Joel felt himself smile, the corner of his eyes crinkling with a soft gaze