Our Secret World

I live in two worlds.  The first is full of responsibility, expectations, mortgages, bosses, bills, work, church, family, friends, etc.  The second is a world I share only with:
 
When the kids are tucked into bed, we enter our own secret world.  In our secret world we can turn on the smooth jazz of Miles Davis and lay on the bed talking about all the far away adventures all over the world that we plan on having.  In our secret world, we lounge on the front porch playing the "guess how many white cars are going to pass by" game.  In our secret world Matt pops some popcorn and we cuddle on the couch and watch our favorite episodes of Psych until I am so tired, he has to carry me upstairs and put me to bed.  In our secret world we can have entire conversations without saying one word.  In our secret world we pull on some hoodies and take a stroll around the neighborhood just holding hands.  In our secret world we can lay a blanket on the grass and look up at the sky searching for shooting stars.  In our secret world nothing else matters but myself and Matt.  Every worry of the day melts away and the only thing I see is my Pookie.  And that is all I need.