In the morning...

I have this friend who got married later on in life during his fifties. This was his first marriage and honestly I think it may have been the only woman he has ever had an intimate relationship with. The first chance I had to to talk to him was a week after his honeymoon and if you have never had the "I just had sex, and you know it" talk with anyone, be grateful because it's extremely awkward. So inevitably with two guys talking on the phone about weddings, and honeymoons, and beach resorts or mountainous ski getaways the conversation turned to romantics. We were both very discreet and to the point, but amongst the silence and awkward laughter that comes from this kind of conversation my friend said something that has really resonated with me lately. With a strain in his voice like when when your nervous and your throat closes up and all your drool goes to the back of your mouth he said "Heath, I was excited about a whole lot of things that would happen that first night....but I was the most excited about waking up in the morning and knowing she would still be there."
I want to be that kind of person. The kind of person who doesn't get excited about the feelings of the moment but the after effects of my actions. I want to love my wife the way my friend does, to be more excited about the mornings after...than the nights of. I want my heart to beat faster about the way she looks cooking breakfast than the way she looks in the dark. Don't get my wrong I am super excited about sex with the woman that I love...but I don't want that to be the only thing that counts. I know my heart is changing...I see sexiness in more than swift moves across a bedroom. Morning after love...that's the heart I want to give.