After a minute or two she paused and I asked, "Shall we keep watching the show now?" As I held up the remote control, she beamed and answered me:
"But I not done talking yet."
She wasn't finished; she had more on her mind and on her heart.
So I listened. I won't lie; I was a little wistful about something I'd been looking forward to doing. I do want to see my movie.
But it turned out that her shining eyes and infectious smile were much more engaging.
There may come a time when she's not so interested in chatting away the afternoon with me. When she doesn't reach for my hand or stroke my hair while she murmurs, "Me love you."
There may come a time when she doesn't want to spend her free time with me. But that time isn't here yet.