She pauses at the doorway and looks into the room. He is in bed correcting papers. The bedside lamp illuminates half of his face. His hair is rumpled. His glass are forgotten resting on the blanket. She loves the way his eyes sparkle in the lamplight. She walks over and sits on the bed facing him.
Her: "Can I tell you something?"
He looks at her and smiles the smile she loves. The one that makes his eyes crinkle. The smile their son has. He puts down the papers and meets her gaze
Suddenly, she's shy so she leans in and whispers in his ear.
"You still make my heart skip a beat."
She pauses, a smile on her lips, her hand on his heart.
"And sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am."