She doesn't know how lovely she looks with her head so snuggly laying on my shoulder with the sun behind, glowing through her blond curls. Her blue eyes match the lightening sky and I smile softly to remember all the emotions I have seen fly through them throughout our lengthy marriage.

To this day, I know she feels guilty over her actions but I don't hold them against her anymore! How could I! Every day, she makes up for any pain I experienced at her hands ten, nay, a hundred times over. She is always there with a warm smile and sweet kiss. How can she think that I wouldn't forgive her when she grants me such sweet liberties!

Yet, my darling wife does no matter how much I try to change her mind against it. She is a stubborn little thing when her mind is set on something, a trait our children received from her despite her many retorts that they received it from me.

Perhaps they received it from us both.

But, it truly doesn't matter. Not now. Not as I hold my wife close to me, the sunlight bathing the pair of us. So different from the time when she merely a blurred image in my addled brain. Back when I was lost in the coffin's world.