An Unexpectedly Lovely Morning

A good day must begin with a good morning. I tend to awaken well before I need to be somewhere because I like to have time to gather myself. This morning, I rose a little earlier than usual. That small amount of time allowed me to be slightly productive before cajoling Handsome out of his slumber. As we finished breakfast, distant thunder grumbled. I could feel myself wilt slightly because I don’t like thunderstorms. Rumbles and groans are fine, but the sudden sharp cracks that make the world feel like it’s splitting are not my favorite. As I looked at the sky dubiously, Handsome grabbed a blanket and we wrapped ourselves together. Cuddling me tight, he also distracted me by talking about distant dreams. Whispering of travel and things that we are hoping to do in the near future. The window was open, the air crisp for summer, only inviting me to burrow closer to my mate. Even when the storm tapered off, he nuzzled deeper into the snuggle as I turned on a podcast. I spent the rest of the my time before work¬†intermittently knitting and scratching his head. ¬†Such simplicity, but tastes of honey and joy fill my mouth just thinking on it. A lovely morning, and I am blessed.

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