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When I wake up in the morning, I put the kettle on so that my husband has hot water for his tea. He makes our bed and prepares school lunches while I wake and help our children. We pass in the narrow kitchen to grab items from the fridge, plates from the cupboard, and at some point a kiss lands on his shoulder and the butterflies take wing in my stomach when he stands behind me to reach for a glass. He helps me find my phone or keys at the last minute. We clean up the morning dishes and start the dishwasher. We touch base about dinner that night, then kiss, and I am first out the door to work, eager to come home and welcome him when he returns.