I want to name perfect moments. They're not first dates or anniversaries or engagements or weddings, though those could be perfect too. Those moments lie in the everyday, where life is a quiet driver, speeding us along.

Perfect moments aren't always made in the grand gestures that seemingly significant dates bring. Those moments are found in the quiet ones where I've watched you slowly smile with relief when you thought I might have screamed. Or the nuances in the way you cut your steaks while I've struggled with a spoon. Or your fingers when you try to tame the wildest of my hairs as I try to fix yours too.

But... The most perfect moments are the ones where you've caught my eye, and quietly, I knew exactly why.

Always, right there, life stopped its drive, just for a little while, before passing the moment by.