This morning, this is what I woke up to:
Yes, I have the best husband ever. He's known for his outlandish (but amazing and very welcome on my part) displays of affection to me (like this one). Every morning, Mike kisses me goodbye before he leaves - usually I'm still asleep, and this morning it was 5:30 a.m. - waaay earlier than normal. But lil' old me, I just thought to myself, ahhh and extra hour of sleep! I didn't even stop to consider why he was getting up so early.
That little picture up there was why. We don't exactly live "next door" to Starbucks (only in my dreams - when we're millionaires, that's the first thing I'm putting in our mansion) so Mike had to get up 40 minutes early just to go pick up my favorite drink and have it waiting for me when I woke up.
How in the world did I land this guy?