Our warm duvet surrounds us, warm and cozy, and it makes it difficult for us to move towards the soft morning light. I hear him stir and and it causes me to bury my head even further into my white pillow. A quick flash of cold air finds it way under the covers when he gets up and it wakes me fully. I hear him move around the house and I can place each room he enters. Bathroom to wash his face. Kitchen to turn on and prime our coffee machine. Living room where he spends a few moments alone to read the morning news. Every move under our feet of the floorboards and the noise of century old doors opening and closing have become familiar sounds, a sense of belonging, a feeling of home.
I hear him move back into the bathroom and the fresh scent enters into our bedroom. After he’s showered I feel his presence move around our room, he is quiet as can be afraid to wake me. Then he enters into the kitchen again and starts making our morning latte, the sound that has become my wakeup call. The smell of freshly ground beans makes it way to me and I know I cannot wait a moment longer and allow the pads of my feet to finally touch the cold hardwood floor.
I make my way to him and he kisses me softly on the lips and says “happy one year pumpkin”.
From the corner of my eye I view a large bowl full of corks from wine bottles enjoyed with friends, I recall countless meals shared together with each other and others, 11 countries we’ve visited and some returned to, 45 different cities explored and left pieces of our hearts in. I realize that in 365 days we are changed. Our love has grown and filled us up more than I ever imagined, we’ve inspired each other and supported through difficult moments, but most importantly we’ve made a life out of the dreams we once had, and it is beautiful!
“Happy one year, mister. And to many more memories created from our dreams, countries visited and cities explored, and a love that keeps on building and expanding”.