I can't wait

I wake up, I turn over, and there you are--a twisting bundle of sheets, a mess of pillows under which I know something perfect lies. This could be the last second I breathe and I would die happy. I know this, in the same way I know all fundamental things. There is not a word that could explain it--not an incident or analogy which could preserve the power of this wild consciousness. 'Love is' would fall so short of the mark that it doesn't even live in the same house this feeling resides in. I can watch your breathing rise and fall, softly transfixing, in the miracle which is you when you are sleeping.1

I know today I am going to get up and at some point mention you, much to the groans of others because this is what I do everyday. I'm that guy--the one while sitting at the lunch counter who happily recounts all the things I did with you the night before. They groan because most of these conversations from others would involve fancy dinners, opera's, vacations, romantic nights at an expensive resort--nights of massive debauchery, close calls and whispered nothing's which they have to stretch and embellish because for the most part they measure the worth in their relationships by their highest and lowest points.2

But I don't have to do that. You make me so happy, I don't have to embellish to compensate your shortcomings. What shortcomings? Even your flaws have become like old friends to me--your quirks, your dirty humor, the naughty way you whisper when you want me. The very pores of your skin which map out your body's divine symmetry when I brush my fingers across you. 3

I am smiling right now as I think about how I will sit and bore them with the everyday miracles of cuddling on the couch to watch the twins game with you. Sitting at Caribou watching you sip your coffee, enamored by even your simplest gestures. Its not much--its not crazy, or overly exciting, but then we don't have much. And everyone I know is jealous of the little we have. But its all I need. Coming home to you at the end of my day makes everyday worth it--makes everyday worth looking forward to.4

Right now you are sleeping, and I am ready to shout out to everyone I see how I adore you. And like a moon that sets for a new sun, imagine how bright I will feel when you are finally awake.5

For now, I'll let you sleep a little longer. 6

But I can't wait.