He looks so peaceful asleep, so beautiful. I haven’t let him out of my sight all day. I haven’t stopped touching him, holding his hand, running my hand through his hair, rubbing his back. Even now, when I should be sleeping, I need to touch him, to look at him.

When we got home from the border Mia insisted on an impromptu celebration. We had BBQ, we goofed around, I chased Jade around the yard and Vince became her hero when he set off some fireworks he had. When Jade crawled up into my lap and went to sleep, I didn’t think I could feel that much. Everyone was teasing me about my goofy expression but all I knew was I never wanted that feeling to end. She is so precious and I don’t want to miss a minute of the rest of her life.

When we headed for bed it was like the first time. It seemed ridiculous that we would be so nervous considering we consummated our marriage in a men’s bathroom. Unlike then… this time it was slow, soft. The way our wedding night should have been. Sweet kisses, slow thrusts, soft moans, tender touches and whispered words. There was no penetration instead we aligned our cocks and rocked against each other. Even when we sped up, reaching for our climax, hands clasped together, our lips pressed together, as passionate as we were, it was still soft, still tender and loving. It was something I have never before experienced. Looking at him now spread out in our bed, listening to his gentle sighs not loud enough to really be snores, my hand on his hip, I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have my family under my roof, to have him in my arms and to know that I am in his heart.