I've had a bad day. I'm feeling depressed and sorry for myself. Oh whoa is me!
He comes home. He catches my eye with his smile. I turn from him to continue what I was doing. He comes up behind me and wraps his big (to me) strong (to me) arms around me. He embraces me. He asks me how my day was.
My first instinct is to always push him away. Something deep within me, falls back from intimacy. But we've been married four years so I fall into his embrace. I tell him how my day went. We talk about it.
I don't feel so alone. He really is there for me.
Then the moment is gone and he is off playing with the kids while I continue preparing our evening meal.
I love him. I love him. I love him.