You were always an early bird. You just loved being able to watch the world wake up each morning bright and early.

You’re in the kitchen making some breakfast when all of a sudden, arms wrap around your waist and bring you closer. Your husband, John, kisses your cheek gently.

“mmm… morning, my love.” He mumbles, voice gruff and still half asleep.

He pressed another kiss against your head. “What are you making? Smells delicious.”