Chapter Eight

Sometimes Tim love Marian more. Sometimes she love him more. They're comfortable on their spots on the couch, lounging, on their computers, watching TV. There's love in the consistency, in the mundane. Excitement is important, it's necessary, but it's not what lasts. Marian and Tim and their sunken couches, that is forever.

She had a hard day. The kids were monsters, Marian haven't showered, and she stepped on 3 Legos and a pull up. Tim said, "You fell asleep last night in the middle of an argument and I still haven't forgiven you. You come home from a long day, bringing me kisses and sweet potato pie". Marian said "You're the best". "Eh, I'm okay,"Tim replies. And they return to the spots on their couch and sink in for the night.