5:58 a.m., 2005-02-08
I came home on Sunday morning with eggs, cheese, cornbread mix and two cups of Starbucks hot chocolate. Ryan and I drank our chocolate chaud together and then began the task of making breakfast for ourselves and Ian. Ryan quickly took over and made great cheddar and jack omelettes, while I was responsible for...pouring the orange juice and slicing the cheese.
We ate with Ian and then retired to my bedroom where we spent the rest of the morning sitting in bed and doing Mensa word puzzles. We worled together, and between the two of us it seems we can solve almost anything, no matter what level of difficulty.
I love how intelligent he is. And that he likes to cook. He loves my brother almost as much as I do. And we can spend our time doing things that we like, and they are the same things.
In Sunday morning I saw the possibility of thousands of Sunday mornings, all stretched out end to end...some with little ones in bed with us, some with just us enjoying our private time together. And it makes me so happy to know that everything is moving in that direction. And we will be graduating in a year and a half and then life will really begin.
