It is a cold, rainy Saturday. I am snuggled under a fleece blanket in my reading chair in the living room, trying to coax my brain to read an article about harm reduction.
My partner is in the shower, singing his heart out. His off-key falsetto makes my heart smile.
I give in and put the book down, relax into the big comfy chair, and listen to him warble, resisting the urge to shout out the harmonies and sing along.
