This morning I woke up three times. Once when Mr. W arose to get ready for his journey. Again when he smothered me with kisses letting me know it was time for him to go. And a third when it was my turn to get ready for the day. I didn't really ever go back to sleep after Mr. W woke up.
It's only been a few hours, but I already miss him as if he's been gone til next Tuesday. It's not that I'm-of-no-use-now type of missing him. It's just not as warm under the covers. And I still feel half awake without our morning ritual of little kisses and a proper hug, before sending eachother off in opposite directions. These brief partings remind me what life could be like, and I'm glad it isn't. XO
Image from Le Love