It doesn’t rain very often in San Diego.
Winter is also not quite what I grew up with in the midwest. That’s what makes rainy morning snuggling so exquisite. Now I know that the special magic of those first few kisses and the electricity of those first expressions of intimacy are breath taking and intoxicating.
But I am here to tell you, when I scootch over and glue myself to my sleeping husband…the spooner to his spoonee, there is nothing better. This morning I am extra grateful for my sweet heart and it is not just because he turned over and wrapped his arms around me for a precious 15 minutes before we got up.
Lar and I have been through our share of challenges in our short marriage. Both of us have had some health and personal challenges. We, like many baby boomers, are readjusting our vision and our dreams due to the new economy.
Yes, the first few weeks of our relationship were filled with stolen kisses and passionate embraces and other x-rated fun. But when all is said and done, once our biology calmed itself and we settled into the delicious rhythm of our daily routine, the gentle unfolding of our relationship has brought deep satisfaction.
Don’t get me wrong, the strolls on the Italian Riviera, beach walks in Hawaii and cocktails on the fantail of a cruise ship are beyond fabulous. I am deeply grateful for our good fortune and travel experiences. However, the best part of my life with Lar is the day to day companionship.
I love how free I am to be myself. I love how I feel when I am with him. I love planning our days together. I love how involved he is in his own interests. I love when I am home alone and he is out and about. I love when we are on the couch, fire lit, he with his paper, me writing this post.
I love rainy morning snuggling.
