My eyes peek open for just a second. It’s 6:30am on a Sunday and we don’t have kids or plans so I’m looking forward to a little more shut eye.
He’s staring at me – watching me sleep. He smiles. I hate that he’s a morning person when I am so clearly not.
“Let’s go to the aquarium!” he suggests with a perkiness uncalled for at this hour.
I can’t help but smile with him. It’s a great plan.
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