Our First Day, Again
The first day of our second fifty years together has started with the bright, cool sunshine sneaking in the window as it squeezes through the Georgia Pines and I lay awake beside you.
I am watching your pretty eyes, slowly open to the new day and I smile as I see that sparkle that I fell in love with over fifty years ago, dancing in the mornings' light.
You look around as the room is getting lighter and a smile appears on your lips when our eyes meet.
My mind is suddenly exploding with