For me, it's the little moments. The ones I'm constantly striving to get back to or toward, that when you're in them time freezes. To see contentment on his face, joy, power and strength fully and effectively expressed, and know I helped make his happiness possible and to feel my position in his life and extension of that happiness with all right in the world ... thinking of those moments and the intense love I feel for him then makes me ache, in both need and joy [need and unhappiness when all I could do is think of what those moments might be like].