Happy Heart
On this Valentine’s Day, I thank the Lord for the wonderful man I married.
Every morning I wake up to the sound of the radio and look across the pillow to see my husband’s peaceful profile. I throw an arm and a leg over him and we look at each other and break out into giggles.
The alarm is set to go off a full 45 minutes before we actually have to get up. We spend that time waking up slowly, basking in each other’s presence before we have to face the day. We chuckle at the morning show on the radio, share our bizarre dreams, or just lazily lie in each other’s arms. These moments are sacred to me. Every morning, I rediscover the joy of being with my husband. It as though past and future do not exist, and all that matters is this present waking moment when I can look into the eyes of the man I love.
I found my lifelong best friend that July day when we met. My heart is at home with him. I don’t know if I believe in soul mates, but Matt is the closest to being my soul mate I could ever imagine.
I feel supremely blessed to be with my husband. He makes my heart happy.