I will cherish these moments with you, forever.

As I blinked my eyes, I wondered if this was simply a dream or illusion. I heard his voice and realized the taste of my coffee. I am sitting here, at seven am, enjoying a Starbucks coffee with my husband. He is ready to attack the slopes. It is a complete failure if he isn't the first person on the lift each morning. He rises at 6 am with anticipation and excitment. He wants the corduroy slopes to be cut by his blades first thing every morning. When he asked me to go to Starbucks, I wasn't sure I heard correctly. Go, coffee, us? As we sat by the window, sipping our coffee, the realness started to warm my body as we made small talk. I realize the moment will be short as the starting gate will be calling my mate in a short while. However, I will savour this slice of time, chistled out of the stone-man's agenda. I know this is a sacrifice. I know his mind is preoccupied with the fire of the slopes. I know he is already thinking about how hard and how fast he will fly, but for me, I will cherish the stolen moment of conversation, coffee, and a simple invitation to join the warrior before his battle. I see the call of the wild in the clearness of his eyes and I feel the significance of this memory in his heart. Quiet, short, simple....searing higher than the slopes behind us.