That it's okay to come home and sit on the couch and just, just be. Not talk, not think, not even have the volume on the telly up.
That it's okay to feel like crying sometimes, and that I can call you and have you say, "Baby, how 'bout you just come home?" And I get to curl up with you and cry until I'm done.
That there are days that you call me after throwing in the towel at work, and I say, "So I'm making chocolates today," and you come home and we spend the afternoon sculpting chocolates.
That when you pull me tight to you, curl yourself around me and say, "You're with me now," it feels like I'm in the safest place in the world.