Two old young things (pictured here on their first Valentine’s together, a certain number of years ago, which featured graphic T’s and exposed bra straps) flop onto their bed together, in the middle of the day, because their 7 month old decided to cry from 3-5AM the previous night, because teething? Regressing? Or perhaps, to test their love? They lie there. Or lay.

Her: (wistfully) We’ve been together for seven years.

Him: I’m trying to sleep.

After a few more moments:

Him:….Seven years, huh?

Her: (passive aggressively): I’M TRYING TO SLEEP.

Curled away from each other, they both smile, as the clock clicks to 7 years, however many days, however many minutes.