It begins still and dark, then beeps and stretches. Shower running, light streaming in from the bathroom, I know my time is running short. He comes close and kisses my forehead, “Are you getting up today?” he asks, same as always. Then he’s gone. My shower is warm.
Later, waiting on the sink, next to my contacts is a steaming cup of tea. It tastes like love. My routine continues clothes, hair, make up, but I don’t see him again until I’m ready to slip on my shoes — the end of getting ready.
The smile in his eyes reassures me today will be good and reminds me soon we will be back home, together again.
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LOVE THIS! At first, I thought you were up…not the other way around. I’m glad you captured this…keep this and read it as you guys grow old together. 🙂
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I loved this too. At first I thought it would be talking about you getting ready on your own, but then it was fun to see the surprise element of the routine with him and the small things that make all the difference.
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I love this—- it reminds me of my moring as well. No tea, oh how wonderful love is!!
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What a lovely example of love!!
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Awe! This so reminds me of our morning routine, except he brings me coffee and we get dressed together, eat breakfast together, and commute to work together.
A very sweet slice of life!
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The paired staccato sentences at the end of the first paragraph are so effective. The first is abrupt. The second is comforting. What fluency!
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I love the way you wholly describe the little things that make up love!
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I love the way you captured the rhythm and the simplicity of your morning routine with such clear images.
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