It's Sunday morning.
We are both sitting up in bed reading the paper. Me in my pjs with my morning breath and my Robert Smith-looking hair, looking ever-so beautiful.
I am scouring the deals and clipping coupons and talking about all of the places that I am going to go today. He is sipping coffee, reading the World and Forum sections, only after I have read them, of course.
And nodding and "mmmhmm"ing to acknowledge that he is reading the paper but still listening.
Then he tells me that he wants to spend every Sunday for the rest of his life doing the same exact thing. With me.