Most mornings, Niel gets out of bed before I do. Usually he’s already in the bathroom getting ready for the day by the time I make it out of the covers. I’m not a morning person. Never have been. Don’t think I ever will be.
When I do finally pry myself out of bed, I wander into the bathroom in search of my husband. I make my way over to him and lean up against him, without saying a thing. Niel wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight, because he knows it is my sign language for, “Good morning. I love you. I need a hug.”
For a non-morning person, that is one heck of a great way to start the day! Mornings aren’t so bad after all…
