Your husband was a busy person, to say the least. He tried his best to make you felt loved while he was away; called whenever he wasn't busy, sent you a gift — or two — if he was away for long.

But nothing beat having him in bed with you, arms wrapped around each other as the rising sun peeked in through the curtains.

"Mornin'," he murmured, his voice a bit raspy from sleep. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and squeezed you a little tighter.

"Sleep well?"