Why I love my husband: reason #2

Woke up to this beside the bed this morning.  Thanks, B.  I love you.

Why I love my husband: reason #1

I'm not an early morning person.  That is to say, my mind doesn't start processing until about 8.


This has posed to be a bit of a problem for Brandon and I, as he usually leaves for work around 6:30.  We want to feel like we've spent some time together in the mornings, but not being able to keep my eyes open makes that a bit tricky.


And so B, taking pity on the frailty of my frame, will bring me coffee in bed most mornings.


My face will still be buried in blankets and pillows, when I'll hear his feet fall softly on the carpet of our bedroom.  The mugs tap against one another as he rotates the handle of my cup outwards.  Without saying anything, he'll sit next to me, and after putting a pillow behind my back he'll hand me my coffee.  We'll then clink mugs (we've always done that) wishing each other a "good morning," and steal a few minutes before 6:30 arrives.

Of all the counsel that we were given before we were married, the most valuable to us has been to savor the "small moments."  Strangely this hasn't been second nature to me, but thanks to a very patient teacher, I'm learning.


(Love you, Mr. Irish.)

Blend of choice: Starbucks "Veranda" blend.

Morning music: "Adagio for Strings" by Barber.

A little bit of B for your Thursday

Brandon doing his hilarious leaf impression.