It’s not our anniversary or his birthday or some day of special significance for the two of us. It’s Monday. And, like every Monday, he woke up and made me breakfast and fixed my coffee. We tag teamed our way out the door and later we will eat dinner together and play with our kid and be sleepy. We will continue living our ordinary, extraordinary life.
For over seven years, we have built and changed routines. We have grown up and became actual adults somewhere along the way. We have been together through the type of defining moments you would expect and some that may be unique to us.
It’s Monday. He made me breakfast. I’m lucky, and that’s my love.
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