On waking not alone

There are very few things I love as much as waking up in my husband's arms. With my back nestled against the furnace of his belly, one of his arms under my head, the other draped across me, my hair tangling under his cheek, I always wake up uncomfortably warm and sweaty, longing for the feel of fresh air against my skin. However this natural, unconscious surrender to intimacy is priceless to me. I wake up with my connection to love, to family, to people as the firm grounding for the beginning of my day.

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