Simply

Remember the other day when you made me breakfast for dinner while I photoshopped your brother's senior pictures? We were listening to Waylon Jennings through your iPhone, not talking, just doing our separate things but contained in our own little bubble.

I think that's how life should be always. Seeing you bustling around the kitchen, hearing you sing quietly while you fry eggs, not having to touch you, but knowing that you're there, and I'm surrounded by your love and you're covered in mine.

It's simple, and it's love, and it's not perfect, but it's pretty damn close.