My perfect Thursday would begin with a gentle whisper, a soft caress of my cheek, and the brush of my husband’s lips across my forehead. The heady scent of our favorite coffee brewing carries up the bedroom stairs and lingers over my gradually waking senses. Stretching long and lithely, I would prop my head up on two downy pillows and reach over to discover my alarm clock had never been set for the a.m. hours.
Sleepily brushing the last remnants of dreams from my eyes I would turn to my husband for a good morning kiss only to find him crawling back into bed. He’s called in sick. Curling up in his arms, I happily grasp the reality that for today, if only for today, we have no agenda, no task list, no calendar to fill or meetings to attend. For today, our only obligations are to sleep, laugh, and love.
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