you are devil’s foreplay

Today, as I sat behind our kitchen table I had a vision of future. As I was filling out my coffee-mug I saw so clearly the way our daughter someday will make me coffee, it’s Mother’s Day morning and you and the kids bring me breakfast to bed.

And dog barks with joy and cats play and sun is shining and we are just happy.

Sometimes while driving or shopping or cooking dinner I think that there is nothing more sweet and overwhelmingly cute than the way we fall softly asleep, our legs tangled together, your hand over me, breathing and floating away.

But then there are other times when I think that there is nothing more sweet and overwhelmingly cute than the way you wake up, hold me, your warm body next to me and I smell you, you kiss me and whisper: “Honey, I love you… I’ll go and make some coffee?”

These are the moments I never want to forget.