Page 156 of Every Day of My Life

“Why would I be?” he asked politely. “My wife carries a very saucy knife in her belt and I know a few stern words to mutter in moments of peril.”

She laughed a little and turned back to her book. He watched her for a moment or two before he decided there was no time like the present to celebrate the fact that his life had turned out to be so much lovelier than he ever would have expected, full of so much more than grinding through every day on determination alone.

Living every day in bliss was so much nicer.

“Read faster,” he suggested.

“I’m trying to, but you’re distracting me.”

“Read tomorrow?”

She laughed a little, then shut her book and set it aside. “What do you suggest?”

“I might have to consult my Life Manual—”

Or, perhaps not. He smiled as his wife put her arms around his neck, described to him in great detail just how much she loved him, and he, not being any sort of eejit at all, returned the favor.

Life was sweet.

Every single blessed day of it.