I like my coffee black and my mornings bright.
Little did I know someone else did too.
Good Morning! A phrase we all use all the time right? I say it to everyone. I guess you could say it's some kind of a blessing to one another to start the day, a greeting to break the ice, maybe just a habit to some but to most, an act of politeness.
Good morning to me has a whole different meaning than it does to most people. I don't remember how often I say it nor do I remember any special moments I've really used it, except one!
I remember it was a warm, rainy morning and I went to my usual morning university class, parked in my usual parking spot and walked in. That's when it took on a whole new meaning. I looked up and my usual professor wasn't there. Oh no, it definitely wasn't the usual.
I looked at a sharply dressed man with a smile and eyes that lit up the world! Oh my God! I was thinking, there was something about him and I can't tell you what it was but he glowed, he brightened even the gloomiest day.
Then it happened! he looked at me and said good morning! Nothing special to most people but to me the most memorable good morning I'll ever remember. He smiled and just said good morning and my knees got weak. I muttered out something somewhat wise and funny and just watched him.
It wasn't his physical looks or what he was wearing. No, it was the way he carried himself, the way he glowed around people. Little did I know he liked me and little did he know that I liked him but for about six months we just enjoyed each other's company. Often I would look for any excuse to stop in and see him - like buying a coffee that I couldn't even drink but I would stop at a local shop and often buy coffee. One morning I order a cup and they fixed two. I paid for both and decided to drop off the extra coffee to him.
Finally one day he did it. He asked me for my phone number and I knew this was my chance to get to really know this awesome man. So for days we talked in the class and then on the phone, later a little cafe that served the best clam chowder.
As time went on we fell in love and I don't mean just plain love! This is a once in a lifetime love that's pure and from the heart, a love story you only read about in fairy tale books.
You see it's not much a story about good mornings; it's much more. It's a story about good beginnings, and good evenings and good times and a good life. It's a love story about my guy and me. His name was husband, my children's father, also grandfather, my lover and friend... Carl. I don't know what it means in other ancient languages, but my language - it means Gift from God! And yes, he was a gift and I thank God every day for that gift.
So you see some people think Good morning is just a greeting or a phrase to be polite but not me. I know Good morning was the start of a love story, mine and his. It was the start of a new beginning, of getting on with our lives; of growing older, foot rubs and holding hands on the couch-till death do us part. While actually in our case the last time was a hospital bed.
Everywhere around me is a memory of him. I rejoice that I still have at least that each day. It gives me courage to start each day with a new life and people all made possible because of the love he showed me that was possible if only we look and say Good Morning!
Good Morning Ya'll
Nana
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