It's christmas eve.
In the morning.
It is early.
The sun is barely up
and you, my beloved, are sleeping softly
in the bedroom.

I watch you sleeping,
all fuzzy and soft
like a child,
trusting and warm,
and I rejoice and rejoice
to find you there after so long together.

The rain is pounding on the window.
Strong rain, loud rain
that rattles the panes and makes 
the dog nervous,
and the fire I just lit in the living room
is burning bright
warming the house, warming the room,
lighting the half darkness.

And I like it.,
our life together......I like being with you.
I like waking to your warmth,
I like truning over in the night
finding your body next to mine.

And I am thankful for this.
Thankful for all the other holidays spent
alone, broken hearted and in sadness.
Thankful for the christmas after 'Her'
when I thought life was over.
Thankful for the times I spent
pained and sad;
because I know now that those moments 
shaped me
into someone you could love
and who could love you,
for a very, very long time..........

©Geddes