I've woken early again. The Morning Sun's still pushing forward to crest the horizon and the alarm has yet to call out its warning that it's time to begin the day. As I remain in my repose trying to hold the moment for just a bit longer I can hear the gentle sound of her breathing, smell what remains of yesterday's shampoo, and see that face so free of care and full of peace. Fortune's smiled on me a second time. I love and am loved...again. I can't help but smile as I turn off the alarm, give her a quiet kiss good morning, then stand ready to face the day.
This is just one of those perfect mornings I'm looking for but they vary with each day I'm given and person I meet. I'm looking for a lifetime of perfect mornings.