My favorite part of each day happens first thing, as soon as I wake up. My husband and I got into the habit a long time ago of setting the alarm clock at least 20 minutes before we actually have to get up, for the sole luxury and pleasure of pressing snooze.
That might sound strange. Why give up precious sleep just to hit the snooze button over and over? Well, because as soon as I hit snooze, I roll over, and my husband is already reaching for me. We tuck in tight against each other, arms around each other, legs tangled together, and we hold onto each other in the peaceful dark. It’s serene. Quiet. Just us.
Before the day starts, before the noise and traffic and meetings and demands, we have that moment together. Most of the time we don’t even say anything, maybe an occasional “I love you” or a joke here and there. But mostly, we just enjoy the tranquil stillness, the feel of each other’s skin, simply being as close together as we can be.
This morning, I pressed the snooze button one last time, sighed, and told my husband, “I need to get up.” I started to sit up. He didn’t let go, whispered, “Just one more time.”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to be late to work.
He added sleepily, “I’m not ready to let go of you yet.”
I had to smile. How could I resist that? I would just to rush a little once we finally got up. There’s always time for just one more.
Sweat & Sparkle 