My Privilege

It's when he's tickling the boys.
Or he hugs "the girl"...
When he wraps his arms around me in the kitchen.
Reading his Bible.
Sharing his day.
Telling me I'm beautiful.
Laughing with me.
Knowing when to give me space...
... and when to draw me close.
Sharing the raw parts of his heart...
Catching his eye in a room.
His love for those struggling.
The ups...
The downs...

It's the privilege of being his wife.