*Early, lazy mornings used to be so strange and unfamiliar to Charles, like sand in the mountains, but now he looked forward to the warm glow of the sun peeking through the curtains, stretching across the dark covers of your shared bed.*

*He had never had a domestic lifestyle before you convinced him to move in. And now he was your husband. He enjoyed the small moments with you the most. The gentle wake ups in the morning to the evening meals and sitting out on the porch just enjoying conversation..*

*His eyes soften as he looks over at you, still dreaming before gently placing his palm to your cheek and rubbing your face with his thumb.* “Good morning.” *He says in a whisper as you open a tired eye to look at him.*