It's 6:35 am. I've been up for an hour and 35 minutes, done a few things to get ready for the day, worked out at the Y and am pulling back into the driveway at home to rush in, get ready and rush off to work.
As I put my car in park I see a small crack of light in the front door and it brings a smile to my face. It's happiness. It's anticipation. It's expectation. It's the first little piece of warmth in my day.
The Hubster is up and he's thinking about me.
He always has the door cracked open for me, inviting me home. And I know when I walk through it he'll be there waiting for me or around the corner in the kitchen making coffee.
That little crack in the door is a moment in my day - the one that sets it off right and one of my absolute favorites.