Suddenly my sweet sleep was interrupted by a loud obnoxious song. (Anything and everything is obnoxious before 7:00 AM) I open my eyes and try to figure out what's going on as I reach for the source of the music, my phone.
It's my fiancé, Marc. Giving me my morning wake-up call. I clear my throat a couple times and answer in what I hope is my most alive and chipper-sounding voice before it goes to the machine.
"Good Morning!" I chirp (which really sounded more like a croak. I sound like a gravely man when I first wake up).
"Well good morning to you too, babe! What have you been up to today?" Marc answers annoyingly really chipper and alive.
So I do what any normal person feeling guilty about not being active before the sun is up does, I answer his question with a question, "Ohhh a little of this and that. What have you been up to?" I know. I'm so sly. Take notes, ladies.
"Well I had some breakfast and headed to the farm a little early today so I could get a head start on working on the Loader and ..." Honestly I know he said more but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying because 1. it was still early and I wasn't firing on all cylinders and 2. my brain was trying to come up with something to say next to make myself sound less lazy. I came back to earth when he said, "So really, what have you been up to this morning?"
He knew I was still in bed. I KNEW he knew cause I could tell he was smiling through his question. So I decided to lie and see where that got me. "Well I've just been on a run. Ran 5 miles today! Then I started in on some laundry and had a big breakfast. I was just solving world hunger when you called."
Of course my lie didn't work since he immediately asked me what I'd come up with for solving world hunger so far and I couldn't come up with anything. So I came clean, "I'm still in bed! You woke me up..."
He laughed and said he knew and that it was okay! He then told me he had to go and he loved me.
Fast-forward 6 months. Marc and I are married, living on the farm, and I'm still waking up to obnoxious music in the morning before the sun is up, and I'd like to say I pop right out of bed with my husband, make him a yummy breakfast, give him a snack, water, and a smooch for the road like a Leave it to Beaver episode. I'd like to, but the truth is you'll find me still in bed, struggling to get my legs to do what my brain is half-telling them to do and "move!" Marc usually has to come into the room after fending for himself with breakfast and say goodbye to me and get his smooch for the road.
I will never be a morning person. And I will never be a Leave it to Beaver wife. But I'm determined that someday, I'll be able to get up routinely before the sun does. In the meantime, I'm so thankful for a husband and best friend that understands my struggle and makes the effort to come say goodbye to me in the mornings. I'm thankful for a husband that works hard everyday to provide for our family and that he gets up early so he can start everyday reading his Bible and praying. I'm thankful to be loved for who I am regardless of my short-comings.
A year ago today Marc asked me to be his girlfriend which started a whirlwind of dating, getting engaged, getting married and moving! So this post goes out to my hubby. Happy one year anniversary (of dating ha!) Marc! I love you very much!