Dear Life

Home is Where the Heart is

I turned over to find the bed to myself, I opened one eye, no Hunter. As the rest of my senses awakened, I smelt...pancakes? I got myself up and grabbed a hoodie out of my bag and ventured downstairs, admiring the finishes of the house in the morning sunlight. I took in another breath of the pancakes and strolled into the kitchen to see a very handsome and shirtless man making my breakfast. "I could get used to this." I chuckled as Hunter turned to greet me, bed head and all. 

"I figured you would appreciate the rest." I nodded and wrapped my arm around his waist and kissed his cheek, 'Mhmm, thanks love." 

"I'm just about done here," he nodded toward the table where there was coffee, berries and orange juice. I grabbed a plate and found a seat at the table. "I found some real maple syrup," he winked. "And that weird coffee stuff you like". He laughed, handing me a Starbucks via caramel latte package.."It's weird but it's so yummy," I jumped into the pancakes, "Mmm, Hunt these are delicious. Thank you." 

He smiled and we enjoyed our breakfast together. "I have the day off, but this house is missing some of your touches. I was hoping we could go shopping?" he inquired. 

Hunter? Shopping? "Yeah absolutely." I smiled. He hates shopping. But he was right, although fully furnished, the house was missing the cozy stuff. The art, pretty pillows, a doormat.

We finished up breakfast and put the dishes in the dishwasher before getting ready and out the door. Hunter unlocked the jeep and climbed in. I took an extra second to admire the house. The brick, the stucco window boxes. I climbed into the jeep and kissed Hunter's cheek. "Thank you again. I'm the luckiest girl".

He smiled, "You make me feel like the luckiest guy." We drove off into the city to find some homey, finishing touches.