The heavens shined down on me yesterday morning and I feel it is noteworthy.
She made me coffee.
That, in and of itself, was a fantasy come true.
I was delightfully surprised and amused when she became nervous after given the task. It was cute.
I honestly don’t know which was better, her nerves or having her make my coffee and bring it to me in bed.
And, ya’ know, seeing her walk to my kitchen with no clothes on, wasn’t horrible either.
I believe the only thing that could surpass that, is if she stayed in bed with me while the boy had to make coffee.
I can definitely think of other ways to enhance a moment such as that.