I found our alarm clock today.
How I wish we had forgotten to set it. Or maybe we could have had the volume turned so low that we wouldn’t have heard it. Or even more typical, maybe Dan could have just shut it off in his sleep and neither of us would have woken up till 8.
If I had it to do all over again . . . sigh. I probably would do the same thing, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t wish I could have that moment to relive again. I could hit that snooze, cuddle up close, my head on his arm, feeling the warmth of his chest against my back, his arm warm across my stomach, listen to his even breathing telling me that he probably hadn’t even heard the alarm clock, feel his body curl around me just a little bit tighter as I settle back into him . . .
I have my memories. Now if I could just funnel that longing into a longing for my Lord and Saviour . . .