sunrise on the front porch

I wanted to watch the sunrise so we woke up at 6:15 for a 6:30 sunrise. We pressed play on the coffee maker and grabbed our slippers and glasses, poured our mugs and stepped outside. The sun was up but it was still low so the light slipped through the trees and the neighborhood was still. The birds chirped quietly as they slowly began the search for breakfast. 

Side by side on the turquoise bench, sipping cups of coffee in the morning light. A little bit of conversation and a lot of companionable silence. We don't always need to talk when we're together. Sometimes just being together is enough communication. Sometimes all you need to say "I love you" is a cup of coffee at 6:30 in the morning on your day off. 

Our love has evolved in the six and a half years we've known each other and at each stage we've looked around and declared that it has never been better. Right now is so different from when we met at 19 and 20 and while I wouldn't trade those wild years; I also wouldn't go back there. I wouldn't choose vodka at 2 AM in the gazebo over coffee on the front porch at 7AM. But I'm glad we were there. I'm glad we share those memories. 

So much of our love is these shared years together; our history, one that we're still writing. So much of our love is looking to the future; setting goals and dreaming. And still, so much of our love is right now; side by side, sipping coffee on the front porch. When we look back at this time in the yellow house I hope it is with the same fondness as we now look back on our time in university with. I also hope that we look back with the confidence that the present is still the best its been.