They lay next to each other in silence.
He was flat on his back, one arm below his head, the other around her shoulders, holding her tight. She snuggled closer to him, her head on his shoulder and an arm around him.
She reached out and ruffled his hair. He smiled at her and then slowly shut his eyes. She watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took, drinking in his sleepy face with her eyes.
She loved this man; so easily, he’d become part of her life. And now, three grandchildren later, they still felt like teenagers.
He stirred. “Love you,” he whispered.