a contented sigh left her
lips as she finally turned
so she could pull her wife
into her arms, pressing a
kiss to her forehead.
“i am so lucky to be
loved by you and our
children.”
thankfully her wife was
hugging her from behind
otherwise she would’ve
seen the blush that crept
onto her features.
“there are times when i
feel like i am dreaming. . .”
so many made her feel
so undeserving or undesirable,
it was foreign to be loved
like this.
humming softly as she
decorates the holiday
tree for the school, it
was a nice distraction.
some holiday cheer
is desperately needed
( for her anyway ).