Good Day, Sunshine

Tomorrow morning the sun will come up at about 7:00am.

The alarm will go off.

We'll hit snooze.

It'll go off again.

Iain will get up. I'll hear the kettle go. The refrigerator will open, and once the milk poured, close again.

I'll hear a teaspoon dinging the inside of a teacup and then softly hit the counter top.

Footsteps down the hall.

The running of the bath, the swishing of bubbles.

And then more footsteps down the hall.

Except on this particular morning, there won't be any kisses goodbye.

Or me hollering: "Do you have your wallet? Keys? Oyster card?" down the stairs as I've done so many times since I moved here.

On this particular morning, we'll be sitting in the office together. Working on the same project...

It's going to be a little strange, and I know it's going to take us a while to truly get in a groove and figure out a good routine of doing things.

It's a new chapter. We have know idea how things are going to happen or what exactly is going to happen, but I know that it's something good.