I firmly believe that there is no better feeling than a Sunday morning. That moment when you realize you're awake, but you keep your eyes closed as if to persuade yourself there are a few hours left of slumber. Then your sweetheart rolls over and wraps his arms around you so tight, you suspect you could never be free, nor would you want to. No words are exchanged. Words only bring the day truly to life. Time seems to stand still, for there is no reason to immediately commence the day. These moments seem fictitious. As if still wrapped up in the previous nights dream. But they are real. And they are divine.

1 comment :

  1. Love your writing and the way you word things. Happy snuggling!
    However, it's obvious that you have late start church!