in the morning

It’s not uncommon for Caleb to leave the house in the morning before the boys and I are up. In fact, most mornings he kisses me goodbye and I’m still too incoherent to formulate a lucid response.

So during our conversation tonight the subject came up and I asked Caleb what it’s like to say goodbye to a slumbering me every morning.

He said, “It’s funny, but I’ve done it so many times that I can just look at you and know what kind of sleep mode you’re in. Either you are sleeping lightly, or you’re in a deep sleep, in which case I know as soon as touch you I’ll startle you and you’ll jerk wide awake. But I can always tell which one it’s going to be.”

“How do you know? Does my mouth hang open when I’m deeply asleep?”

He laughed. “No. I don’t know how… I just look at you and I know.”

I thought about that for a minute and then I realized “I guess you’ve seen me asleep in the morning A LOT to be able to discern that… Don’t you ever resent that I sleep longer in the morning while you get up and go to work?”

“That has never even crossed my mind,” he said.


And that, folks, is why I married this man.