React to this term: comfort.
It's finding that perfect spot on your love's shoulder as you tuck in close, close enough to smell the scent ingrained in your bones and to feel his heat on your chilly toes.
It's your freshly bathed body sliding in to a bed made of warm, clean sheets; sipping steaming cider as a fire crackles; pulling on that old beaten sweatshirt that you just can't bear to part with; being brought tomato soup as you lie sick on the couch.
Comfort is finding warmth both inside and out when the world outside is chilled. Granting yourself the gift of love. It's taking stock of your life and gifts and being careful not to ask for anything more in a given moment.
Comfort is a treasure found in small acts, acts that could easily be skipped but are worth it every time.
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE