I sat on our lone barstool eating a peach for breakfast.
It is my favorite breakfast spot. I sit there and watch him piece little things together so that he can start his day.
Tidying up here. Making a mess there. It's all a beautiful dance.
There is coffee on the counter and half completed dishes.
The Sunday Times lays haphhazardly across the kitchen table.
Neither of us have read it but it just makes us feel better.
He came over and gave me a kiss.
"you don't know do you?"
He whispered into my ear.
"you are the most beautiful girl in the world."
Arms wrapped around his neck. Time stops. The simple makes way for the magnificent.
As soon as the moment starts it is over and we are back to eating breakfast.
He scoops up my empty bowl and ushers me out the door.
We begin our day. We live our lives.
These are our mornings.
I love them almost as much as I love him. Almost.
Magic is in the simple. Nostalgia abounds. Heart-wound.