I had the privilege of my wife's company for rather less than three months - before we were married, I'd put the grand total, generously calculated, of the time we spent in the same room at something like three weeks. (Travel was a different thing altogether back then, and she lived more than eighty miles away - no casual journey.) After the wedding, we lived together for two months and three days before I returned to Versailles (four hundred and fifty miles away, for those keeping track).
Not quite three months of actual togetherness; perhaps sixteen months from our first introduction to when I buried her. By the numbers, not terribly impressive, even by my very old-fashioned standards.
And so I think it's nice to sit by her again - quite nice. There isn't much to say, but often that's for the best.