Choosing joy
Nicole Fergesen, 32
Groaning, I rolled over in bed as the alarm bleeped away.
I opened my eyes to see my husband Marcus, then 32, jumping out of bed with a huge grin on his face. ‘Morning, sleepyhead, it’s a beautiful day,’ he beamed, throwing on his gym gear and heading out of the door.
Smiling, I drifted back to sleep.
It was January 2019, and Marcus had the same relentless energy and enthusiasm for life he’d had when I’d met him at college 12 years earlier.
At 4am every morning, without so much as a yawn, he’d be up for a
