The morning sun has not yet risen, and yet we sit side by side, coffee in hand. The door to the porch sits open we have checked the weather for the day. The gifts of his friendship are never ending, but the myriad ways we are alike make the days short, and the time together fun, full of laughter. Decisions made are made with few words, a tilt of the head, a sparkle of the eye and we begin to move in the direction we both had in mind. A million stops for photos. A hand reaching out to touch mine, unexpectedly, the look in his eyes that tell me that I am firmly entrenched. I find little doubt in my mind, I do not have to ask if I am loved. I know I am. I am confident in a way I have not been for many many years. I look at his face, I see his eyes on me, I smile at him, reflections.