Even though yesterday was Father's Day, I'm the one that scored the perfect morning. Everyone else was either sleeping over somewhere or otherwise engaged, so I got to do what I seldom get to do: luxuriate.
The perfect cup of coffee.
The perfect book of inspiration.
The perfect background music.
The perfect candle in the perfect scent (and I generally can't tolerate scented candles, but Spanish Amber is TDF).Perfect.
:)
ReplyDeleteOur morning was similar, though all the kids were here. Several times, I wondered if it was Mother's Day. I would say THAT is the perfect Father's Day!
Heavenly
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
ReplyDeleteLather, rinse, repeat.
Rock On!
ReplyDeleteHere's to the mother who has often had to be a father, too, over the last 16 years. Guess the Universe was honoring you.
Love you.
how perfect!
ReplyDeleteYum.
ReplyDeleteLove.
Ahhhhh!
ReplyDelete(That was me joining you, I noticed you seemed to be alone. lol)
Awesome. :)
ReplyDelete(and anything Amber, smells great. You should smell me, sometime.)
;)
And you so deserve mornings like this. May there be many more this summer.
ReplyDeleteHeaven!
ReplyDeleteHappy, happy - those days are so much the better when you're not expecting it
ReplyDeletei'm on my way
ReplyDeleteright now
Spanish Amber. Got it.
ReplyDeleteHuge honkin' Americano. Check.
One difference: A really crappy chick-lit book.
Check, check.
You're starting a trend.
ooh, can I come over!
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