Sarah and I have slightly different sleep schedules. She goes to bed well before me most nights. I’m usually up until 11 or so. Thanks, sports, Twitter and west coast fandom. And since starting the morning classes for MovelevATe at 5:30 a.m., she is up before me most mornings.

But every now and then, we get a morning where we both have time to wake up and spend some time together in bed. A few minutes where both of our entire mornings lie entirely within those four walls. A morning where the world doesn’t exist for a few minutes. Not yet, at least. A few moments to just be with each other.

And you better believe I take advantage of these mornings. Fellas, you know what I’m talking about here. Those mornings where you roll over and lovingly, tenderly…pester the shit out of your wife. Just straight up pelt her with dumb jokes, smartass comments and the such, until she tells you go to away. Just…go away. Go for a walk, go fix breakfast, just, go.

But damn these are the good days.

Also, I may be doing this wrong. Dear lord, I could never be married to me. I have no idea how she does it. Today is the three-year anniversary of the day I invited a thousand or so friends to help me sucker Sarah into a commitment she can not get out of (thanks old-school Catholicism). So to those who were there, thank you. And Sarah would probably like to have a word with you. Seriously, why would you let her do that. This is on ya’ll.