Friday Morning

I woke up and heard the sound of the rain. I reached for you beside me but you weren't there. I got up and smelled the aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen.

I winced upon seeing what you prepared for breakfast. After many years of training, you were still terrible at cooking. You smiled apologetically and I caressed your face with my fingers. I gave you a quick peck on the lips and grabbed that cup of coffee.

I marched towards our window to watch the rain outside while you were making important calls. I observed how the raindrops fall perfectly on the ground while making comforting sounds. It reminded me of the day you came into my life. The rain used to scare me but you changed that. The storm that I expected to destroy me ended up making me whole. That was you. Your warm arms around my waist brought me out of my reverie. Your lips landed on my shoulder as you held me tight. A strong sense of comfort and bliss filled my heart to the brim. I smiled, admiring the sight in front of me and the overwhelming feelings enveloping my whole being. On a Friday morning while the rain was falling...you became my everything.

I feel strong and confident that you are mine and I like being yours.

Like a kid's first time in Disneyland...that is how being married to you feels like.