Toughest times

I have found that mornings and nights are the toughest. We had such a routine every morning. I am a morning person so I would be up before her to shower. I would wake her up at 7:10 and make her some tea. Earl grey with two teaspoons of spenda and a little half and half. I would make her breakfast. Cereal somedays and eggs on gym days. While she was getting ready I would make her lunch for the day. Around 810 or so she would call me into the bathroom to put lotion on her back. She had so many beautiful freckles and I gave one her shoulder the name of Bob. Just something silly I did to make her laugh and know that loved every bit of her. The hugs and kisses we traded in bathroom were nothing short of magaical. Nothing like a quick make out to walk out the door with a smile on your face. We would tell each other to have a good and that we loved each other. Now with her gone the mornings are very tough. I loved taking care of her. It made me feel so good to take care of her. She was more than worth it. I miss our mornings together...