Every morning. Not just special occasions like my birthday or Valentine's Day or Mother's Day. Every day.
That's when he makes me breakfast in bed.
Every single day.
Coffee. Eggs. Fresh fruit and whole grain cereals with greek yogurt on top.
All brought to me while I snuggle under the warmth of the covers.
And every single day that this happens I am the most grateful, thankful, appreciative woman there ever was, because I don't know how I got so lucky, so blessed, or so fortunate to have found this guy who wants to do this for me.