Every morning he brings me a cup of espresso in bed. He gets up and goes to the kitchen and makes it with an espresso machine we chose together. He brings me a steaming cup to help me wake up. It’s wonderful coffee: strong, fortifying, life-giving. Like love. It’s practically the only coffee I drink anymore. Nothing else can match it!
Dan is in Brussels today, all day. He took an early train and so we got up at 5:30. After my morning coffee, I went to my bathtub to soak while he had his breakfast and left for the train. When I came into the kitchen it was still dark in the house. Gleaming under the lights I found another love note:
My breakfast place set for me. Nestled inside the napkin ring were my vitamins.