Holly Peaks

His arm was gently wrapped around her shoulders, his face turned so he could watch her sleep. She had a content, peaceful look on her face with the touch of a smile on her lips. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his own mouth. Carefully his fingers moved to comb through her hair. When she shifted he paused, but she only let out a soft sigh and turned more toward his warmth.

( Sixty years together and Peter still loved these small moments )