I feel his hand on my bottom, gently waking me with his touch.
"My love, it is time to get up. Take care of your girl stuffs"
I uncover one foot and shiver. He pulls me into a warm hug that makes me want to stay right where I am.
He gives my bottom one more pat and I know it is time to move.
I don't have to wake up alone anymore. I don't have to wait for days or weeks to hear his voice. He is there every day.
Yes, I do know what a privileged it is to have him beside me. Our mornings are so very important to both of us. I think they are even more important because it is something new. Something we started when he retired from the military.
Part of life after.
We are still adjusting. Still learning. But that is life. Change is part of it and we have to change with the times.