The feel of being where you belong. Walking in the door to a sleepy room with the tv left on at low volume. Scooping her naked body into your arms. Stumbling in the dark, but catching your footing in time to gently place her in bed where she belongs. Being strong when you have to, but not having too much pride to cry like a child when you need to. The ups. The downs. The joy out weights the pains. Knowing that things are built because they are better that way. Not because of selfish needs. The smile that makes you forget your problems and reminds you that no matter what happens, everything will fall into place one day. Life is worth holding on to.