the essential depths of honey

All week I’ve been trying to write a post about how happy I am that David is home. I start to write about how important he is to me, or how how much i missed him, or how strange it is that I’ve become attached to him.
I just can’t put the words together.
Everything just comes across as trite and without depth.
Suffice to say, I’m filled with happy. He is one of the most comforting things in the world.