"Wake up beautiful!" was the first thing I heard when he pulled the comforter off my face and awoke me to the sun rising in my face. There I lay, rubbing my eyes as he calls me "beautiful."
That's exactly what I needed to hear to start my Friday morning.
He was the man who had swept me off my feet on our first date.
He was the man I had been waking up next to every morning for the past two years.
He was the man who made my eyes flutter and my heart smile when he said, "I love you!"
That Friday morning started extremely well, due to the fact I knew I had a good, handsome, loving man, unknowingly forgetting the three inches of paper stacked on my desk as I entered my office.
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