Sunday morning, I woke up super early for no reason at all, and I couldn’t fall back to sleep. The room was still dark, and the sun hadn’t even thought about peeking through the curtains yet. No one else was moving, not even my cat, who usually believes he should be fed at the crack of dawn.
I thought about getting up, maybe curling up on the couch to read a book, but then I decided to just stay where I was. My husband had one arm tossed above my pillow, and I didn’t want to wake him or my stepdaughter up by moving around the house.
As I lay in bed, just watching shadows on the walls, listening to the gentle, rhythmic in-and-out of my husband breathing in his sleep, I had a rare moment of quiet peace. Normally I have a giant to-do list I am frantically working my way down, a fire over here to put out, a meeting over here I can’t forget, a due date here, a deadline there, someone asking a question, unread e-mails…but not right then.
Right then, it was quiet, peaceful, serene. I floated in the darkness, half-awake, half-asleep and just felt happy. I just enjoyed being right where I was.
Eventually, the sun slid into place, my cat wandered in to see if I was up yet, and my husband rolled over and reached for my hand, still not quite awake yet. I held his hand and simply felt grateful to have him at my side.
Sweat & Sparkle 