The Perfect Morning

The window above my bed is open just slightly and before my eyes are ever open I can hear the birds announcing the morning free for all at the backyard feeders.

The breeze, with only enough vigor to tinkle the wind chimes, charms the perfumed blossoms of the Viburnum through the screen to tickle my nose. I roll over and feel the body heat of the man I love still on the sheet; he is up and headed for the kitchen.

The neighbor’s maple trees have softened the sunrise, and I can see the shadows of the lofty boughs across the mirror on my dresser. As always, little jewels of dust sparkle on the sun fingers that touch the foot of my bed.

With a fresh cup of coffee in his hands and a fresher smile on his face, the hubby returns to wake me.

“Have I told you yet this morning that I Love you?”

“Maybe,” I answer, “but I was asleep, so you should probably tell me again.”

Yes, that is the perfect morning, and I am thankful that I often experience a lovely waking time. But, it ends quickly and I have to rush a shower, speed read my favorite blogs, and then scurry off to my 9 to 5.
Tristan, aka Blackbeard, at Brothertons Blah is hosting todays Fun Monday. His challenge: "to continue on the theme of last week is to tell the world how you would like to wake up in the morning."