Dawn on my Luck

After days of wind and rain and rain and wind, I awoke this morning. It was 6:45am and the sun was peeking it's way into our bedroom. The trees in our backyard sat still and calm. The cluster of hummingbirds whizzed in and out of the flower beds. Sparse ivory roses bloom in the bush that fences the yard eleven foot high. At this very instant, I wouldn't mind it if the world stopped on it's axis.

There he was, his bangs in an uproar of curls and waves. His scruff of a beard was coming in like a weeded garden. On the pillow a dry residue of drool. I could hear the ebb and flow of his soft breath, and his breath not so morning fresh. My heart oozed with so much goodness. I softly whisper, "I love you." He dittos my adoration by passing wind. I giggle. He cracks a smile in his sleep.

In that very moment, the goo of love spread through my veins. Into, the chambers of my heart and unlocking all of my fears of the future. This is what I have to look foward to for the rest of my life. I can't wait!