3:30 am, the alarm goes off; patter of feet on the floor as we hurriedly pull on warm clothes, pour coffee, and grab blankets. I am setting in bed drinking my coffee, pulling up my Star Walk App, I look up and Steve is sitting next to me in his bright green soccer shorts he has had since college, black slippers I have never seen before, and a grey cardigan he got for his birthday from Katie and fa
mily( he calls it his smoking jacket, I call it his Mr Rogers sweater); don’t get me wrong , I love the sweater and so does he, he couldn’t wait til he had a special occasion to wear it. Well, I guess stargazing is a pretty special occasion. When I looked over at him in this lovely ensemble, oh I forgot to mention the tag was still on the sweater, his hair was sticking straight up , his glasses were slid down his nose, and he was holding a beer. I literally spit my coffee out, and we both laughed so hard we were crying……by 3:45 we had pulled ourselves together and headed out to the deck with the dogs to watch Perseid take time out from saving Andromeda to send us a beautiful light show. While watching the stars streak across the morning sky, we listened to one of Steve’s favorite playlists. All was quiet when the song “At Last ” began…Between the many wishes falling towards us, the sounds of birds welcoming the morning, Etta James telling my story in song, my husbands hand in mine….’my heart was wrapped in clover’, the ‘spell was cast, and there we were in heaven’…….