tick, tick, tick
I just got an image of babes up against his pillow, my watch within his grasp - listening to the mesmerizing tick I’d explained to him I loved so much, like the sound of his heartbeat when I’m lying atop his chest, or the sound of my heartbeat through my stethoscope. My watch manages to bring me back to the present moment, while simultaneously calming and steadying my breathing.
I like wearing this watch because I know that wherever I am, if I feel anxiety brewing, I can just take a second to rest my head down, nestle my ear up against its cool glass face, close my eyes, and take a minute to let its tick work its trick on my mind.
When I’d told Michael how much I loved the sound and he’d immediately wiggled his body up against the pillow to give it a listen himself, I smiled so big.
I also lost it when I’d received this gem earlier today, too:
I needed the smile that came proceeding this beep from my phone.
I miss him so much.
