Vermilioncore
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My alarm goes off, I snooze it several times. The body is a funny thing in that it will tire itself out during weekday mornings, yet it will spring up with vigor on weekend mornings.
I look to my side and just see the indent of her head on the pillow. She must be up already. I yawn and step out of bed. Before putting my outfit on I walk to the large, panoramic window. Rain greets us gracefully. If translations could be made of their sound, I would assume they were saying “good morning, seize the day.” And it brings a smile to my face.
I walk across the wooden floorboards toward the walk-in closet. Several outfits. What do I want to wear today? A suit? A simple T-shirt and jeans? Maybe my favorite coat which she bought me some years ago as a honeymoon gift? Yeah, I choose that one — the coat.
I wash up in the bathroom. I seem to forget how beautiful this house is. A homely feeling overcomes me as I brush my teeth with wandering eyes that gaze upon several family photos within the bedroom, bathroom, and hallway. Memories. Am I right?
I come downstairs and there they are. The ones I live for. The ones I belong to. The ones which I cherish more than life itself. My beautiful family. My wife stands in the kitchen cooking up something aromatic that tickles my tastebuds. My daughter sits at the table with a coloring book.
I come up behind my wife and give a brief, but tenderly meaningful hug. The first hug of the day is the most important. She turns around to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and a wide, joyous smile. Her lips taste like maple syrup. Pancakes. Aha!
I walk over to the kitchen table and sit beside my daughter.
“What are you coloring today, sweet pea?”
“Us on vacation! I’m so excited” she exclaims, picking up the yellow crayon and crafting a gorgeous, almost cartoonishly large sun.
“Mommy and daddy are just as excited! You’ll love the plane. But if you snore I’ll have to —“
and I abruptly, yet playfully, go in to tickle her. She lets out a loud laugh and scrambles away with her yellow crayon.
“Good morning my love,” my wife finally breaks her silence as she brings over a plate. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, beans and toast. Gravy as well. Not from the packet, but homemade.
She sets our daughter’s plate down as well, and just as I imagined, it’s just a stack of pancakes with extra butter and syrup. She’s so particular.
“What a fantastic plate, babe. You know, it’s no wonder I’ve gained so much weight as of late!” I say with a laugh as our lips come together and our eyes close. And it feels like our first date again. I remember so clearly the first time our lips came together. You never forget certain things. They are clearer than any video or photograph.
“I love you.”
She smiles, “I love you more.”
“No,” I counter, “I love you more, baby.”
Our lips depart, but for a second. And they come together once more. Our eyes close again. And the rain’s tapping against the roof picks up. If I had to guess, the translation of their sound would be “and they lived happily ever after”.
From the window, the cartoonishly bright sun rips its way through the clouds to witness our love. It’s warmth cascading over us like a veil of God’s favor.
I hold her hand in mine. Together, forever.
I look to my side and just see the indent of her head on the pillow. She must be up already. I yawn and step out of bed. Before putting my outfit on I walk to the large, panoramic window. Rain greets us gracefully. If translations could be made of their sound, I would assume they were saying “good morning, seize the day.” And it brings a smile to my face.
I walk across the wooden floorboards toward the walk-in closet. Several outfits. What do I want to wear today? A suit? A simple T-shirt and jeans? Maybe my favorite coat which she bought me some years ago as a honeymoon gift? Yeah, I choose that one — the coat.
I wash up in the bathroom. I seem to forget how beautiful this house is. A homely feeling overcomes me as I brush my teeth with wandering eyes that gaze upon several family photos within the bedroom, bathroom, and hallway. Memories. Am I right?
I come downstairs and there they are. The ones I live for. The ones I belong to. The ones which I cherish more than life itself. My beautiful family. My wife stands in the kitchen cooking up something aromatic that tickles my tastebuds. My daughter sits at the table with a coloring book.
I come up behind my wife and give a brief, but tenderly meaningful hug. The first hug of the day is the most important. She turns around to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and a wide, joyous smile. Her lips taste like maple syrup. Pancakes. Aha!
I walk over to the kitchen table and sit beside my daughter.
“What are you coloring today, sweet pea?”
“Us on vacation! I’m so excited” she exclaims, picking up the yellow crayon and crafting a gorgeous, almost cartoonishly large sun.
“Mommy and daddy are just as excited! You’ll love the plane. But if you snore I’ll have to —“
and I abruptly, yet playfully, go in to tickle her. She lets out a loud laugh and scrambles away with her yellow crayon.
“Good morning my love,” my wife finally breaks her silence as she brings over a plate. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, beans and toast. Gravy as well. Not from the packet, but homemade.
She sets our daughter’s plate down as well, and just as I imagined, it’s just a stack of pancakes with extra butter and syrup. She’s so particular.
“What a fantastic plate, babe. You know, it’s no wonder I’ve gained so much weight as of late!” I say with a laugh as our lips come together and our eyes close. And it feels like our first date again. I remember so clearly the first time our lips came together. You never forget certain things. They are clearer than any video or photograph.
“I love you.”
She smiles, “I love you more.”
“No,” I counter, “I love you more, baby.”
Our lips depart, but for a second. And they come together once more. Our eyes close again. And the rain’s tapping against the roof picks up. If I had to guess, the translation of their sound would be “and they lived happily ever after”.
From the window, the cartoonishly bright sun rips its way through the clouds to witness our love. It’s warmth cascading over us like a veil of God’s favor.
I hold her hand in mine. Together, forever.
