I’m awake.
Well mostly. I’m on my first cup of coffee.
Thankful for another day.
The days have been long and sleep seems to be a priority when I get home.
I’m exhausted physically and mentally.
I’m behind on housework, paperwork and keeping up with friends and family.
I’m grateful I have a husband that picks up what I drop. Lord knows his days are as long as mine.
But that’s what we do.
We are strong where the other is weak.
I rub his feet, he rubs my back. We comfort each other when the world seems a little crazy.
We are each others safe spot.
Arms wrapped around each other to keep away the world.
I wake each morning with him next to me on the side of the bed closest to the door. He once told me that was to protect me if anyone broke in.
Putting himself in harm’s way before me.
Chivalry is not dead.
My mind is wandering this morning. I told you it was tired. And the coffee hasn’t jump started it yet.
I was just thinking about for all I’m grateful and Troy always makes the top of the list.
Today is a new day.
New challenges and opportunities.
Guess I better get my cup refilled and get at it.
The day wont slay itself.
Lorene
