we've woken up beside each other every morning since you asked me to be your girlfriend. i normally have the luxury of watching you sleep for just a bit before your eyes flutter open. i kiss your cheek because you are just so damn cute, and i want you to wake up knowing you're loved. some days, you fall right back to sleep, reaching your arm across my body and pulling me a bit closer.
every single morning, the first thing you say to me is, "you're so pretty," "you're so sweet," "you're beautiful," "i love you."
i tend to wonder if i'm the first thing you think about before you open your eyes. what do you think about me?
what did you dream about? who did you dream about? did you realize you'd be waking up in my arms, or is it a pleasant surprise? i seem to always forget that i won't be alone, and a huge grin creeps across my face once i open my eyes to see you.
i'm always nervous because i know my morning breath is awful. i want to tell you how pretty you are, how wonderful you are, how happy i am- how lucky i am- to have you and be able to wake up next to you every single day.
i always hide my face in your neck to speak to you, until we inevitably end up kissing, slow and lazy, comfortable.
you say, "coffee," and it sounds more like, "covee." it's not a matter of the way you speak. you do it just to be silly, and i find it utterly adorable and endearing.
you try to get up, and i cling to you, begging for one more kiss. you delay your coffee run for five, maybe ten, more minutes before getting up to use the keurig.
when you come back, we sit and talk until daisia comes in.
it's the best morning routine i could ever hope to experience.
