Deep Breaths

You know those mornings when you wake up relaxed and all rested in the morning and you look up at your ceiling thinking about nothing and everything at the same time.  Then you stretch your arms and take a giant deep breath, releasing the air slowly as that satisfied feeling of contentment washes through you.  Its a good feeling.  Its refreshing, rejuvenating and calming.  And as you finish your stretch and deep breath, your body smiles as you snuggle even more comfortably amongst the blankets and pillows.  There is no hurry to go anywhere and you can simply be. 

Today is my ninth wedding anniversary.  When I thought about what I felt about all the time I have spent with my dreamboat, Andy, I realized that being married to him is like a giant deep breath in the morning.  It feels good.  It feels contented.  It feels right and comfortable.  I am in no hurry to go anywhere and I can simply be.  I feel good. 

When I hold his hand, its a deep breath.

When I lay my head on his chest, its a deep breath.

When we drive somewhere, and nobody is talking, but his hand is stretched across to rest on my neck as he drives, its a deep breath.

When we look across the table at each other with that knowing smile and repressed laughter after one of our kids says something they didn't know was funny, its a deep breath.

When we fall asleep with our hands together, its a deep breath.

When he gets home from work, and the kids are all clamoring for his attention but the first thing he does is lean in to give me a kiss, its a deep breath.

When he tells me I am beautiful, desirable and attractive even when my body has been rearranged by pregnancies, its a deep breath.

When he holds me tenderly during labor and whispers encouragement in my ear just as I am at the point I do not know how or if I could go on, and I can hear his voice shake with emotion, its a deep breath.

When I think about the future, our future, and all the mornings I get to wake up next to him.  Its. A. Deep. Breath.