The hubby is abominably chirpy in the morning. He is a typical morning person who is even at the top of the morning–persons-spectrum. He loves making breakfasts and waking me up but since I’m nocturnal and stay up until the wee hours, I’m terrible in the mornings. That is the reason why I love sunrise more than sunsets…it is a scarce part of my day.
But today I woke up earlier, a very uncommon thing. We are at some remote hotel 2,500 feet above sea level. I went outside to our private balcony and savored the dewy morning I rarely see in the City. I loved the pinky swirls of the clouds, a signal of a new day. I watched them as it gets brighter while a thousand and one thoughts ran through my head.
7 years. Wow.
I practically grew up with him. We became a couple when I was 19…and I’ve known him since forever.
He remembers how I looked like when I was 3 with a top mass of curly hair. Beat that.
Sometimes it makes me wonder if we can run out of stories to tell.
Then I looked again outside, eager to wake him up and tell him about what I saw, what I thought about…What excites me for the coming months…
I guess I never really have to worry about running out of stories.
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