I know it’s cheesy, but the day before last, it was one of the days when the man was home earlier than me (usually, it’s the other way round), and - I love it.
looking up as I come to the house and seeing the kitchen window is open.
I love turning the key only once instead of twice. And I love it when he comes to the door and takes my bag or rucksack from me, and pulls me into a big hug and kisses me and tells me that he is happy that I’m home and asks me how my day was.
It’s making me so happy, and I still can’t quite believe that I get to have that for the rest of my life. :)