There are so many reasons I chose to marry Hannah, but I don’t know if any of them compare to waking up every morning to her beautiful portrait. No, there’s nothing quite as sweet and dear as getting up early every day to make her breakfast and a cup of tea that will greet her the moment she steps down that last set of stairs.

I recall her joking about how early she rises. She told me when I woke, she’d already be in the kitchen, so you can imagine just how untrue I had to make that statement. Little by little, though, it ended up meaning more. Getting to see her long, copper hair flow around her shoulders on a warm, honey-suckle light, along with those chocolate eyes that smiled nearly harder than her lips. I’m convinced she would’ve never have to say she loves me in order for me to know.

The sun marks another day, people await it’s powerful glow. But she’s become my sun. She has awakened every part of me, even the places I thought had died away a long time ago. She is my whole world.