How I love these Saturdays when neither of us have anything scheduled.
Somehow waking when we wake, rising to consciousness gently together, is a time when I am deeply aware of how wonderful it is to have my 'own other' to share the new day .
And to be glad that this man chose me out of all the women he could have chosen -
I love the lying-in-bed-late conversations that range from the day's weather prospects to the deepest plunges of sharing; the easy silences; the silly jokes . . .
I love that my early morning sleep hassled hair/face still looks pretty to him. And even the well worn banter about whose turn it is to make the umpteenth cups of coffee. And that neither of us feel any guilt about not doing anything constructive today.
Its enough that we can do nothing - as long as its together.
This too, is a kind of 'stopping and staring' to drink deep of the joys of life.