seeing sunrise

I woke up to the sunrise, to gorgeous pink clouds streaming across the sky.  I haven't seen the sunrise in a while, and I certainly wasn't so suddenly awake the last time I saw it.  There's something about not having to be up early and not having work mixed with anticipation, excitement, and probably some adrenaline (those all go hand in hand) that won't let me stay asleep.  I'm not sure whether I will cry with joy or jump higher than I ever have before, but I know that when I see you all I will want to do is bury myself in your arms.  And I don't think I'll want to let go.  (But, in time, my arms will tire, and I will).  I wish our time was longer, or that time would just stand still for awhile.  But dear, I'll take and cherish every moment I am given.  I'm not sure how I came to feel this way, with so many miles between you and I - life is a whirlwind of delightful surprises - but I think it's ok, and I think it's ok I'm not sure quite how the whirlwind brought us from there to here -- I'm certainly happy that it has.