Writing the last story brought back my wonderful feelings of waking up with someone that you love with all your heart.

I am a morning person. I love mornings. Every day I wake up with a smile on my face, and excitement that I have another day to go out and have fun. It drove Jenny nuts.

Jenny was not a morning person. She did not like to talk, or have to respond to anything, or be bothered, before she had her first cup of coffee.

The moment that my eyes opened, my first thought was always how incredibly lucky I was to be waking up with this beautiful woman that I love, right here beside me in the bed. Smiling, I would scootch over, and wrap my arms around her, and bury my face in her hair, and whisper, “I love you sooooo much.”

She would moan, and push me away, and say “Shhhhh!!”, and put the covers over her head. Then she would stick her hand out from under the covers, and make grasping motions, and whisper, “Coffee, Coffee.”

So being the best husband that she could ever have, I would get quietly out of bed, and wander naked out into the kitchen, and start the coffee. I would feed the dog and cats, (we always had several cats) and let them out to do their bidness. I would look out the door, and greet the beautiful morning with joy, and feel lucky that my life was so full of wonderful things.

Coffee made, I would pour a mug, doctor it up like she liked it, and walk back into the bedroom. “Here is your coffee honey,” I would whisper. Her hand would shoot out from under the covers, and she would take the mug of coffee, and pull it under the covers with her. I would go back out to the kitchen, and make a lunch for her, and put it in a brown paper bag. Some days I would write a love note and include it. Some days I would go out into the garden, and pick a pretty flower, and put it in the bag.

The next time I saw her, she would be coming into the kitchen in her teacher duds, her makeup on, and she would walk by me and grab the bag, and head out the door to go teach school. “I love you baby,” I would say. As I said, she hated mornings. Talking was not a morning thing for her. The first thing out of her mouth every day, would be “Good morning class…’

That was ok with me. I was proud of what a great teacher she was, and proud that by some miracle, I had captured her to be in my life.

That is what love is to me. To be there, and be what your wife needed you to be. There was time to talk when she would get home from school.

Gosh, I miss those days.

I love you Jenny, wherever you are.