August 13, 2013

  • My Perfect Day

    I slowly wake up to a kiss and give a sleepy smile, before rolling over to snuggle further into my pillow. There is a tugging of my comforter and I pout, even as I hear “Oh, no you don’t” with a deep, glorious laugh.  

    I’m pulled out of bed and up against the hardness of his body for another kiss before he nudges me towards the bathroom with a pat on my bottom. I swat at his hand, but go into the bathroom to shuck my pajamas and shower. I know that while I am in there he will have let the dogs out into the back garden.

    As I exit the bathroom wearing my comfy robe , I head for the kitchen to see he’s already eaten. I’m still a bit sleep befuddled, and realize he must have an early meeting today. He looks up to smile at me before folding up his newspaper —he likes print more than digital so we have one delivered every morning. By the paper I see an envelope with familiar writing on it, which he picks up and he heads over to where I'm standing.

    He shows me the envelope and I reach for it, but he holds it up in the air. Laughing, I try to grab it but can’t. Finally, when the gaping robe showing off my cleavage distracts him, I grab the letter.  He slips his hand into my robe from my stomach to my bare back, and gives me another kiss before heading off to work.

    I pour myself some cereal and take a quick glance through the paper to check out the latest news, then rip open the letter I’d just gotten from Caroline. I eat breakfast while reading, and absentmindedly pet the chocolate lab lying under the kitchen table with my foot. I love getting letters from my bestie!

    I put my dish in the sink, and with Marmallow following behind me I go to the living room to crank the stereo. I pick up our other puppy, a maltese cross named Bellissima, and rock out down the hall. Putting Bella down I open the doors to my closet, large enough to be a walk-in but isn’t quite, and ask them, “What shall I wear today?” I finally decide on a pretty sundress, which I lay out on the bed, and change from my robe into a tank top with flannel pants and fuzzy socks.

    Still trailed by Mars and Bella, I go to my home office and start up my laptop. The dogs keep me company as I spend the morning writing my latest novel until an alarm goes off. My man must have set it for me knowing that if it wasn't I’d lose complete track of time, and today I couldn’t be late. I get dressed, do my hair and make-up, then blow a kiss to the puppies as I walk out the door.

    I give my vespa a pat as I walk by (even though it's rather impractical I had always wanted one) and contemplate driving my new VW bug, but I decide to walk instead because I hate parking downtown. It’s only a fifteen minute trek to the café and it’s a lovely day out for a stroll. I go down the walkway and cross over a footbridge, pausing a moment to enjoy the scenery and give a wave to some neghbourhood children playing nearby.

    I arrive at the café to see Holly has already arrived and gotten a table for us. She’s visiting from some nearby European country, probably Spain or France but who knows with her, and made time to have lunch with me. We have an enjoyable meal, and we make plans to have another get-together the next month before she has to leave for her meeting. I check my watch and realized that I need to get going as well.

    I stroll through town, pausing to look in the window of an independently owned bookshop. It’s one of my favourites and I wave back at the owner who is arranging the display. He wiggles a book at me and I grin, as it’s one I had worked on (either written or edited). I continue on my way and go into an adorable office building, very quaint rather than the more modern glass-and-steel.

    I pause here and there to chat with this person or that, and then settle at my own desk to go through my slush pile hoping to find a diamond among the unsolicited manuscripts. I work until someone asks me if I want to go to a nearby pub with them, and I realize the workday is over. I decline and head home instead.

    I buy a bouquet of wild flowers on my way back, and try to keep them from being mangled in the puppies’ excitement of their owner being back. I let the dogs out into the back garden, and put the flowers in a vase. While I’m arranging them I hear the door open and close, smiling at the knowledge that he’s home from work, too. His arms come around me and I cuddle back into his strong embrace.

    I turn for a kiss, then slip from his grasp to take the flowers into the dining room to put on the table there. He has started pulling out the ingredients for dinner, and we cook together. Once he even takes me in his arms to dance around the kitchen and I all but knock us down from laughing so hard.

    We take our dinner into the dinning room, and as we eat we discuss our days, our future family, when we’ll next visit our respective parents. We call the dogs in, them having run off any excess energy, and give them their dinner. While they eat we do the dishes, him up to his elbows in suds and me drying because he knows I hate to wash.

    He and I go to the living room and the puppies follow. Bellissima curls up on her dog pillow, but Marmallow flops down on the rug at our feet. Picking up our latest book he reads aloud to me, and I curl up into his side with his arm around me. I love the lyricism of his lilt and slowly drift to sleep to the flow of his words and the rhythm of his heart beating in my ear. I tend to tire out a lot easier than I used to now that I’m a couple months pregnant. I’m grateful, as I prefer sleepiness to morning sickness.

    I wake up just a little when I realize he is lifting me into his arms, and I wrap my own around him and nuzzle the crook of his neck as he carries me to bed. He lays me down, helps me into my pajamas, and then gets ready for bed himself. He crawls in next to me and wraps his arms around me. “I love you” is the last thing I hear from my husband before drifting back into a sound sleep. 

    SUMR