With Me, Mark, Morning.

I looked at him, aware of the absolute bliss and blessing of the morning, and smiled, peacefully, heart content, filled. "I never thought dating could be this good."

We sat as two, the waves gently lapping against the quiet shoreline. Eight am midst rising from the lake, covering dunes and wooded hills like the Amazon rainforest, our feet dusted with sand. We arose early, tidied our luggage, and packed the jeep, driving to downtown Holland for breakfast-to-go. A few minutes later, we meandered through dune grass, catching moments with my camera, and marveling at the scenic, picturesque beauty.

I smiled, laughed, soaked it in.

We wandered down to the beach, plodding through thick white dust, arriving at the vacant coast. Except a single old log, driftwood lazed up from the sea. Coffee cozied in hand, we started the day. Morning with muffins, doughy with freshness and plumped with blueberries; with cinnamon rolls, drizzled with icing and wrapped round goodness. With seagulls and ships fogged in view, with walkers and wanders clicking for pics, with goodness and quiet nesting us two.

With Mark, and with Me: Morning.