The washer is almost full as I reach for the next dish. Just as I turn to face the sink, I feel your tentative hands embrace either side of me. You hesitate, but I finish for you, putting my hands over yours and wrapping myself up in your arms. You suck in a long breath, then smile into my hair. You're not my first, but I'm quite possibly yours and I'm ever so glad you chose me. You're an adventure that feels like home
