Your husband was notorious for being up extremely early. Why? You’ll never know. You would try to beat him to the punch, but who has the energy to wake up at seven a.m? Exactly.

He rose out of bed, his muscles rippling as he stretched from being dormant for so long, the tattoos on his body moving with him. He looked out of the window of your high rise penthouse, overlooking Miami, the golden glow from the sun catching his deep brown, borderline black, eyes. He collected his bearings, counting his blessings…literally.

With a bowed head and his palms to the sky, he whispered every good thing life had bestowed upon him. He had a beautiful, loyal, and loving wife that slept by his side every night and kissed him every morning. He now had a son, Makai, so patient and sunny- what he’d give to frame that dimpled and gummy smile on the walls of his brain. He was thankful he wasn’t depressed in this season of life, that his entrepreneurial ventures are booming steadily. He was thankful for his expansive and comfortable home, because he knows what was like to bounce from couch to car and back to a basement.

He looked over at the baby monitor, seeing his son beginning to stir from sleep, so he opted to get up and start the lil man’s day. “Wassup man? You good? Slept good?” His baritone voice was so gentle and comforting when speaking to his child. He placed a light, tender kiss on Makai’s cheek. He had Makai pressed to his chest as he maneuvered into the kitchen and kicked on the bottle warmer to feed him.

After burping and putting Makai back down in his bassinet, just for a second, Samir went back to his room to see his wife still curled up in bed. He rounded to her side, rubbing circles on her back with a steady and gentle palm. “C’mon baby, wake up for me. Let me see my pretty girl.” He coaxed with plush kisses over her temple, cheeks, a few on the lips, to which she began to stir.

“Good morning baby…” He was a rich man indeed.