A part of me feels the urge to argue, because I certainly don’t feel beautiful. I look like I haven’t seen the sun in days, and haven’t slept even longer. But I know Oliver isn’t just saying it to be kind. He says it like he really means in and I can’t help but to smile back at him.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” I murmur in a playful, singsongy voice as I touch his face, fingertips trailing across his brow and down to his jaw as I kiss him. There is truth to the lullaby, and my arms go around him to pull him close, finding his mouth with mine between each line. “You make me happy, when skies are gray.”