He makes the coffee every morning while I'm in the shower, and on most mornings, my breakfast.
As we're waking up, he'll ask, "Coffee?" (if I wake up on the right side of the bed, I answer "Yes, please". Wrong side of the bed? "Well, duh!")
Then he'll ask if I want a egg sandwich or a breakfast burrito or something like that, and I get excited and really wake up. And when I turn off my hairdryer, I'll hear him start the microwave or put the skillet in the sink.
Because he knows that when I'm finished blow drying my hair, it means I have about 10 minutes before I leave.
So when I go in the kitchen to get my coffee, I'll find a Ziploc bag or a Tupperware dish waiting for me on the counter. I don't bother to ask what it is; he knows what I like and don't like.
And it doesn't matter what it is. All that matters is that my husband wants to make sure I actually eat breakfast so he makes me something and packs it up while I'm getting ready for work.
How wonderful is that?
2 comments:
HAPPINESS.
They don't make many like that these days! Lucky girl.
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