The sound of children's laughter and the smell of dinner in a warm house on winter evenings.
Her legs as he peers out from under the car, while she tells him she's going to the store and asks if he wants anything.
The reckless freedom of following his heart before it's been broken one too many times.
A blissful disinterest in world affairs.
The perpetual wanderlust and sense of high adventure that lay waiting to be discovered around nearly every corner.
A size 29 waist and a medium t-shirt.
Too many of the times she says, "I love you."
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