The bright sun streaming through the windows of our bedroom and the billowing of the sheers covering the sliding doors to our patio outside the bedroom awakes me. As I stretch lazily, I turn to seek your beautiful face on the pillow beside me but you are gone.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee approaches the room and you enter carrying a tray with two cups, the carafe thermos keeping the coffee warm and some delicious croissants fresh out the oven.
"How long have you been up, my darling?" I ask
"Only about an hour; I heard the babe and went to change and feed her and she fell right back to sleep again so I brought us some breakfast in bed as well as the Sunday paper"
You handed me the tray to steady and slipped out of your robe; you were wearing my favourite sheer nightgown. As you slipped under the sheets after fluffing up your pillows, you grinned at me saying, "Food and the crossword puzzle first, my beautiful husband. Then we will talk" You laughed your throaty sound I adore so much at this last word as I placed the tray over both our closely cozied hips.
We spread butter on the croissants and took turns feeding each other, never missing the chance to kiss the fallen crumbs from each other's mouth and chests. The coffee was pure ambrosia and as we sipped it, we whispered quietly (so as not to waken babe) about our plans for today and our glowing future together. We often share our hopes and dreams with each other especially as we lay in bed after a long satisfying session of lovemaking or the morning after such as this one.
The night before, we had gone out for dinner as a family. It is always a joy to see other patrons in a restaurant compliment us on our beautiful baby. And she was so good; she as usual charmed everyone around us and we were so much the proud parents. After dinner, we went for a stroll along the path circling the lake in the nearby park β it was a balmy night after several weeks of hot and humid nights; a very welcome change.