The clock shows 8:27 am. The sunlight is beaming through the bedroom window. My husband (Miguel) says something that jolts me awake—nothing serious—but it’s enough to pull me out of the remnants of sleep and eventually, send us both laughing. We talk bout it for a few moments more, shaking our heads at the ridiculousness of the petty things that at one time would have sent us into a frenzy of annoyance. We shrug it off, say our good mornings, and head off to the bathroom to get changed for a morning swim.