Waking...

I woke up this morning thinking of you. While this is nothing unusual, as I have most mornings since we found one another, this morning feels different. The sunlight peeking around the edges of the curtain was a particular shade of gold, and, as it played across the pillow, I wondered what it will look like on your cheek as I wake beside you next week. What it will be like to watch your eyes open, find me, and smile. I imagine you reaching up, touching my cheek, then pulling close to me, holding tightly, as we both have to the dreams of one another for these long days apart. But I won’t vanish. I’ll wrap my arms around you, pull you close, and hold you, too. 

I realize as I write this that the time I’ve known you has been a slow waking to a life I never realized I needed, or thought I could ever have. This is the start of something wonderful, my heart. It may have taken us a bit to find one another, but we’ve hit the ground running, and, despite the necessary pain and difficulties that are an inherent part of growth, it has been glorious. I am happier today than I’ve ever been, as I lie in the light of the new dawn and wait just six days more to have you in my arms. I love you, so very much, my sweet girl, and I’ll be right here, now and always.