G'morning, baby.

When people ask me about my favorite time of day, I'll say it's that moment when the first thing I see is your smile as it brightens the room and warms my heart in a way no sun ever could. Time stops and the world becomes a place where only you and I exist. You become my world, and nothing else matters.

And God knows my productivity level plummets if you snuggle against me, wrap me in the comforting warmth of your body and then whisper to me in that beautiful morning purr of yours, "Good morning, baby."

*sigh* Sweet Lord..... Yeah. It's the little things like that which mean the most to me. But I guess at some point the "little" things hold so much importance that they no longer remain "little".