now we're cookin'

I woke up earlier than usual this morning.  No reason.  Just awake.  I slid out of bed and let Mr. F sleep a little longer.  I sat out on the sofa and just enjoyed the morning before turning to the kitchen and making breakfast for my husband.  Not a normal occurrence, but anniversaries deserve something special.  Or at least a steaming pan of baked oatmeal.  Just as I got the oatmeal in the oven, a groggy Mr. F stumbled into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered into the nape of my neck, "Happy Anniversary."  It was like magic.  The magic of first meeting, first holding hands, first kissing.  All of it.  But better.  Because this wasn't a first.  

It's our third.  

"Happy Anniversary," I whispered back before he kissed me for the gajillionth time.  "I love you."