Denise and I are 2 months away from celebrating our 23rd wedding anniversary. Can't believe how the time as flown.
An interesting thing has happened in those 23 years. Denise and I never wake up together on a week day. I know that sounds weird. For millions of Americans, waking up with your spouse is a very common occurrence. Sharing the bathroom. Making breakfast. Sipping hot coffee. Talking about the daily schedules. Must be fun.
I work in the radio biz. Specifically, morning radio. That's what I've been doing since 1986. I wake up in the dark, and get to the station by 4am-ish. Shave, shower, dress and grab breakfast without waking up the wife. It sure ain't easy. Try dropping a can of shaving cream in the early morning hours. It seems to make 100 times more noise than if you dropped the exact same can, on the same floor at noon on Saturday.
The other thing about waking up in the dark is the distinct lack of conversation. I'm sure there are husbands out there who would love to enjoy silence from their wives in the morning. Not me. I've got a lot of things to say. Just listen to the radio show. There are times when a 3 hour show 5 days a week isn't enough!
Well today I got a real treat. I actually saw my wife this morning. Heck, I even talked with her in the dark bedroom as the alarm clock was blaring. Denise had to wake up early to volunteer at a breakfast event. Part of her responsibilities included making massive amounts of French Toast casserole.
It was such a great feeling to talk with her in the dark hours before the sunrise. Heck, we even kissed and hugged. There was also a high speed foot chase around the bedroom! It was sooo refreshing to move around and not worry about every little incidental noise.
As I was getting ready to walk out the door she was preparing the eggs and cinnamon bread for the charity breakfast. I've never experienced kitchen cooking operations in the wee hours. I usually just grab some fresh fruit and put it in a mini cooler. "You know what would be really great?", I asked. What?", she replied. "What if we wake up together next week and before I leave for work, you make me a tasty cinnamon raisin french toast breakfast?". The look she gave me screamed out with "Not Likely".
Oh well, today I got to kiss my wife before I left for work. That was pretty darn exciting. Besides, French Toast casserole is just tooo fattening. :)