I woke up before Tina. She had refused to sleep after I told her about the baby! We just watched each other. For a very long time. The strange thing is that it didnt feel that long. I could do it, all my life. Finally though, she gave in. Now, as she sleeps I watch her. When she wakes up.its a wonderful sight. There is a little shudder and mumble. Her eyes flicker, adjust to lightsometimes she crinkles her nose. She looks up at meshe smiles at me and the sun comes out and shines on my life. That smileI have memorized this smile. The soft, *****, sweet.the Tina smile! She stretches a little, yawns a little and closes and opens her eyes again. To confirm that its all true. I have to touch her. I kiss her gently, her head first and then her lips. I smooth her hair and she wiggles into my embrace. Mornings are so good. Morning at home, with Tina!

Tina refused to go to work today. She called in sick. As she winked and whispered to me, sick of missing my wife! I ask her with the fake concerned look and asked if she knew a cure for it. She smiled again and my heart melted. Its only ten in the morning and as I help her make breakfastthe help I do is just a chance to watch her closelyto be close to hershe has asked me at least five times.if I was sure and if last night was real. In the middle of turning an omelet as she sighed, I knew the sixth time is up! I turn her around and hold her from her tiny waist. I say to her as softly as I can, tucking her hair behind her ear. I am sure T. Thats what I want. To be with you. To have a family with you. To love you. And I say it even softer I am sure!
She gives me that smile again, this time her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She holds me tight. And I tell her as she refuses to let me go, But, if you keep asking me thisI might get scared..that you are turning into a nagging wife. She giggles into my shoulder. She kisses my shoulder. The omelet is burnt. I switch off the *****. It can wait. I need to hold her and be held by her.

I drive her to a park. We sit beneath a tree. The grass feels so soft on bare feet. But, Tinas touch is softer as she holds my hand. The sun is so warm. But, Tinas hug is warmer. I am so hopelessly in love with her. We read, we eat and we sit Tina between my legs holding my knees. We watch children play, we hear the breeze rock us, we hold hands, I nuzzle her neck and she lets her head fall on my shoulder. Simple moments are precious. T is precious to me.