My husband and I are away for three weeks to celebrate our 30th anniversary. I am reblogging one of my favorite posts about a morning ritual that my husband and I still practice to this day.
I am not a morning person. When my alarm hits 6:15 am, I just want to roll over and go back to sleep. I don’t remember when I started doing this but now after I hit the alarm button, I reach out my hand and and my husband holds it. He holds it for just a couple minutes until I either get out of bed or he starts gently shaking it to wake me up. Somehow, holding his hand transforms my outlook on the day. I could wake up all wrapped up with the concerns of the day, but when he holds my hand, I know that everything is going to be ok. I remember to breathe again. I say a little prayer and and then I say to myself, what a beautiful day.