I love mornings. Especially today.
I poked Matt awake at 5:50 and we laid in bed talking about dreams for 10 min. (I was shocked he woke completely up, but going to bed at 10:30ish has been helping a lot with that. ;) ). I dreamed I was back in high school starting my senior year, which lead us off topic to our favorite teachers and classes, and what we did and didn’t like about high school. After that, we did our normal morning routine, with John Mayer and Journey as our playlist.
I packed him up his lunch, while he folded the laundry. (We took a quick break to sword fight with butter knives. I think we are both “master” level like in the Princess Bride.) Then read scriptures before he left for school.
I missed the mundane routine of that school brings.
Summer was fun, but I like school time (not necessarily being in school.) I like the studying on the bed together, arguing over writing styles, and looking forward to making dinner together. It’s kind of weird that I’m taking my last two classes, and after this I’ll be done. I was feeling a bit sentimental and took a picture of Matt on his first day of his Senior year of undergrad.
I think he looks quite heroic.