After the "5 more minutes," I stumble back out of bed and get dressed for work. 15 minutes later, I'm ready to go. I return to Sarah's bedside and kiss her gently on the cheek or forehead and say, "Honey, I'm leaving now..."
Now, until I brought it up last week, Sarah had no clue we did this. She's usually in a fog when I leave, but ever since I mentioned it, she's paid a little more attention. But until that point, she did the same adorable thing every morning.
After I'd kiss her on the cheek, Sarah would wrap her arms around me, pull me close and say in a sleepy, cute voice, "mine."
"Honey, I have to go..." I say in gentle protest.
"Mine," she'd repeat, not letting go.
We'd go through this for 5 or 10 minutes until I'd finally promise to give her usual wake-up call at 8:00 a.m.
It's the cutest thing ever and I treasure it.
Over the weekend Sarah and I had dropped by my house to pick something up. As we arrived, Sarah fumbled around with my cell phone. The read out on the face said, "Circuit Girl."
"What's that?" Sarah asked me.
"Circuit Girl?" I said. "It's my favorite club."
"Oh," she nodded.
I went inside my house and within a minute my phone rang. It was my cell phone on the caller i.d. Sarah was calling to remind me to grab something else. I retrieved the item, left my house, and drove us to her house.
Yesterday I was driving to the store and picked up my cell phone to call a client. As I flipped the cover open, the backlight came on and I saw that the readout had changed. "Circuit Girl" was no longer on display.
Instead it simply read, "Mine."
I love that girl. I am most definitely "her's."