Amidst a bed full of sleepyheads, I wake up this morning and wake up my honey; Matt. He kisses me, eyes not open all of the way. I murmur to him, "Happy Anniversary, baby." He smiles, turns to face me and wraps his arms about me. Pulling me as close as he can, though the dogs hog the foot of the bed. It is bliss, and I am happy.
However.. We have no gifts to give each other, no cards, no evening to spend on dinner at a posh restaurant and no time to dedicate to this special day. All we have... is each other. And that is all I need.


I love my sleepyhead honey, if every anniversary is like this. I'll be content. A happy kiss and big cub hug.