Breakfast

I would like to make her breakfast again. It's something that I had fun doing when she stayed over that night.
I don't usually make breakfast, except for the kids.

I would really like to do it again for her.
Some slow moving, weekend morning. The kids would be at the other parents place. We would have gone out to dinner the night before. And woke up entwined in each other. A little morning session and then some waffles and bacon and eggs. Me chugging my coffee like I always do, her with some tea. Sitting at the table, smiling at each other over the memories of the previous night and the more recent morning.

I like that image