The best mornings are the ones when I wake up in his bed to the sound of puppies whimpering to get a sip of mommy’s milk, to a happy pit bull quietly sneaking onto the bed, to kisses and hugs and “Good morning, beautiful.” When we both wake up extra early and have time to fool around before I have to get ready for work. When we can lay in bed for 15 minutes, and chit chat cheerfully about how our day was previously and our hopes and dreams for the future. Sharing laughs and love. When I have time to brew coffee and fold laundry. When he makes me steak and eggs for breakfast, which I can eat sitting next to the pretty red roses he bought for me and catch up on the news before I dash off to work. When I call him halfway to work, just to pick up on our conversation from earlier in bed.
This was the best morning I have had all year. It was filled completely with love. Thinking about it truly gives me butterflies and I could not feel any luckier to be this happy.