"I don't eat that crap. " I say affectionately.
(Secretly, I loved it.)
He tells me he loves me. He says I'm beautiful. "Yea, yea..." I reply.
He kisses me. He leaves for work...giggling.
Did I mention...he giggles?
I barrel downstairs and dial in my music station. Yo-Yo Ma is playing the Marco Polo Suite. Ah. Click below to hear it. Don't look at the pictures...close your eyes (that's how you listen).
Now for dinner: My rack of lamb is expressing itself with Rosemary and Garlic.
My Cabernet Sauce has reduced.
English Mint Sauce is...fresh and minty.
The Sprouts are prepared to do good things. (But they never REALLY do.)
The pink Champagne is chilling. He calls to tell me has a surprise. I know what it is. A bunch of Peonies. (Much better then roses.) We'll see if I'm right.
Of course I'm right.
The table is set.
In the remaining hours...I'll finish painting the basement.
When he arrives home he'll say, "You're every man's dream."
I'll have to agree.