Sometimes, my wife sleeps in on Saturday mornings. I know that she can have trouble sleeping some nights, so I like to do quiet things that allow her to keep sleeping. This is one of those times.
Today, I’ve got my headphones on and I’m playing through songs that remind me of her. It’s not hard to do, since just about any love song can make me think of her, even if the words have nothing to do with our situation. It’s the passion in the music, I guess.
But I do love her. I woke this morning and gave thanks for a catalog of wonderment she’s brought to my life, and I know it’s not a complete list.
I’m going to listen to another song, and she’ll be in it, smiling back at me between the notes.