Why I Should Be Very Happy

6:45 a.m.

Alarm goes off, a little Beatles in the background
I reach an arm around to my side
Adam likes it when I rub his back in the morning
Makes getting up a little easier

I hear him saying something, but is garbled under his breath
Something like "you are Elizabeth, my fiance"
When I try to respond he rolls over, forcing me to get a little closer
"What did you say?" I ask.

"Hannah means Grace."
A name I threw around when we talked about childrens names
He must have looked it up, and now is talking about it in his sleep
Hannah. It really is a beautiful name.