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May 1, 2009
A Dreamy Morning
It’s a few ticks past seven on a Tuesday morning as I stumble
sleepy-eyed from the bedroom into the kitchen.
My first wife Sally, wearing a stunning red nightgown, is standing at the
stove preparing my favorite breakfast: Scrambled eggs loaded with cheese and
hash brown potatoes slathered in tomatoes and onions.
Sunshine spills in the kitchen window and the whole room is
wrapped in the essences of perfume and fresh-brewed coffee.
“Good morning,” she calls out as I sit down at the table and
take a sip of my steaming hot coffee.
Then Sally crosses to me and kisses me softly on the cheek. “I hope you
slept well, sweetheart,” she says softly before returning to the stove.
The TV set is on and the morning news is all good news. Despite frigid
temperatures the night before, this day has dawned warm and sunny.
“Today will be in the low 80s,” the TV weather reporter intones.
When it’s time for the local traffic report, the reporter says no accidents
have been reported and rush-hour traffic is moving smoothly on all area
roadways.
I glance out the window and notice all of the birds of the
world are dining at our backyard bird-feeders. When I pick up the morning
newspaper, which Sally has opened to the sports page, a fresh rose falls
out.
“I thought you’d enjoy the flower,” she calls out to me from the stove.
Seconds later after Sally crosses to the table to refill my coffee cup, she
smiles and asks, “Expecting a busy day today, sweetie pie?”
Then she sits down beside me and hands me a greeting card
with the words “FROM YOUR LOVING WIFE” on the front and a handwritten note
covered with small hearts on the inside.
After checking the price on the back of the card – I do that all the time
– I open it and read the words “To My Wonderful Husband: Don’t worry about
doing any chores today. Just have fun. I’ll take out the trash, build an
addition to the garage, paint the kitchen, shop for groceries and when you
get home tonight I’ll rotate the tires on both cars. You just enjoy your
day. I have enclosed $20 so you can buy your lunch and, if you need anything
else, just call me. Love and kisses, Sally.”
After hugging me four more times, she adds “I got up at 3 a.m. today to iron
your undershorts. No husband of mine is going off to work with wrinkled
undershorts.”
Then she dashes out of the kitchen to open the garage door
and start the car for me.
As I slowly back out of the garage, I hear her shout “Have a wonderful,
wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful day, my darling!”
. . . Then I wake up.
Contact Bob at bbatz@woh.rr.com.
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