F/F means favorite fragrance
F/R mean favorite restaurant
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The alarm goes off at 7:00 am. I shut it off and feel the arm around my waist tighten around me. I smile and roll over to see my handsome husband, sleeping soundly.
I look down at my wedding ring and grin, remembering the date. Our 5 year anniversary. Our wedding day was by far the happiest day of my life.
I look back up at my husband and plant a small kiss on his cheek before getting up slowly and going to our daughter's room.
I gaze down at my sleeping 4 year old daughter, her black hair hair wildly out of place. I brush some of it off her face and plant a kiss on her forehead.
A pair of arms snake their way around my waist and a head sits on my left shoulder. I look over and soft black hair tickles my face.
I giggle lightly as a kiss is planted on my cheek.
"Happy Anniversary, sweetie." I whisper.
"Happy Anniversary to you too, love" comes his low reply. I absolutely love his voice. I love it when he whispers sweet things in my ear to make me feel loved.
A kiss is placed on my lips.
A small yawn interrupts us. We look over to the small bed and see our daughter, Amanda slowly waking up.
"Mommy? Daddy?" her voice quiet and soft, her light brown eyes looking up at us.
"Yes, sweetie pie?" I ask stepping closer.
"I'm hungry."
"I'll go make your breakfast. You go get ready for school." I say, still wrapped in my husband's arms.
"Okay." she bounces off to the bathroom.
"She looks more and more like you every day." Claude says into my ear.
"That's what mom says, but I think she looks more like you."
He turns me around and kisses me deeply.
"I love you so much." he whispers.
"I love you more." I whisper back.
He smirks and pulls me into a hug before pulling back and kissing the tip of my nose.
"I have to go get ready for work" he says and walks away.
I walk to the kitchen to get breakfast ready for everyone.
Pancakes and orange juice for Amanda, sunny side up eggs and bacon with coffee for Claude, and French toast and tea for myself.
Amanda comes barreling into the kitchen just as I put the plates down on the table.
"Amanda, you really need to walk. I don't want you to end up getting hurt." I scold.
"Sorry Mommy" she climbs into her chair and begins to eat.
Claude comes in moments later wearing a suit and his glasses, straightening his tie.
"Breakfast looks wonderful, darling."
I smile and sit to eat before going to clean a bit. As I wash the dishes I hear the scraping of chair legs against the tile floor, letting me know that Amanda is finished. She skips to her room to finish getting ready for preschool.
I feel arms wrap around me and I giggle as they hug me.
They let me go and begin to help me with the dishes.
