Three events define you to me, and all for the same reason.
The night I read a bed time story to your son. As I sat on the bed, you and your son sat on the floor and you laid your head on me. Then curled around me and just allowed yourself that peace.
The night we went to dinner and dancing. On the way home you crawled up on the console between us and wrapped you hands around my arm hugging me and laid your head on my shoulder weeping telling me that you loved me.
The time the gun when off in the middle of the night, and you asked me to come over. The moment I arrived and I put my hand out, you clung to me with both hands pressing yourself against following me every step I took, as I saw to things, knowing you were safe with me.
There are a few other events, but they all amount to the same thing. You love me as much as you’ve ever loved anyone, and when you allow yourself to follow your heart, everything becomes as it should be.