Long Relationships

JG sat up in bed. “I can’t sleep any longer. I’m going to get up and get something done.�

I groaned and looked at the clock. 7am. On a Saturday.

“You can sleep as long as you want,� he quickly clarified. Deal. I pulled the covers up to my chin and rolled over. In my book, weekends need to be distinctly different from the weekday and that includes extended sleeping time.

When I opened my eyes again, JG was bounding into our bedroom. “I got my paper written for my grad class and I started laundry. I just need to fix my tire now.�

Still groggy, I looked question marks at him. Um, congratulations?

“Or maybe,� he continued, “I could do our taxes!� With that, he kissed me quickly and left the bedroom.

I rubbed my eyes, debating whether or not to join the living. I weighed the pro of staying in my nice, warm bed versus the con of having to yell my social security number to a different floor of the house. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and felt around for my slippers. It was about time to be a functioning human being, anyhow.

JG was sitting at the kitchen table, which was covered with paperwork. He brightened up when he saw me and said cheerfully, “Look who’s up! Oh, can I have your social?�

I thought I knew JG well when I married him. I knew he was a morning person who likes to check things off his list. But getting up early to do laundry and taxes?

It’s enough to make a girl fall in love all over again.

marriage, morning person, taxes