We celebrated the end of our second year as husband and wife, and our last year as a twosome, by doing what everyone keeps assuring us we will never be able to do again – staying in bed.
We had to get dressed and leave the house for an OB appointment, but we hastily returned, closed all the curtains, and returned to bed. We lounged. We relaxed. We talked. We read old love letters to each other. We ate strawberries covered in chocolate, and french bread (sometimes also covered in chocolate). We watched a couple episodes of Glee on my little Netbook. We read. We cuddled.
It was perfect.