He stands in the doorway, framed by light that dared to slip in ‘tween the slats.
He moves closer and I can smell his shower gel.
Leaning in, he whispers the three words women long to hear: “Your coffee’s ready.”
I sigh happily, sit back against the pillows, and know all is right with the world.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Mmm. My second pot is ready now. 😉
That is literally what I want to hear when open my eyes every morning. 🙂
The Lady loves her coffee
The Boy’s sweet as toffee
She’s lucky, she knows
Till the end of her nose
And snowflakes drifting on the page means Party!
Truly blessed, OJ, truly blessed:)
rameyontheroad: Sip away!
Revathi: Can’t imagine sweeter words. 😉
Aunty G: Party is right
Life has been bright
Celebrations galore
And then some more
Are in plain sight 🙂
dipali: Knock on wood, every splinter you can find.