sunday was mostly a day of duvet feathers in the bed and eucalyptus essential oil in the bath. there were his loves: bowls of vanilla bean ice cream and economics documentaries. after a hot shower in the afternoon, she could smell his signature scent. somehow, his cologne always brings her back to the day they registered for their wedding gifts, dreaming of their future home filled with silver rimmed china. now, they live in that home, the place of her dreams, married. and, she married a man who knows how to cook. the kitchen was filled with steam and with the aromas of paprika and garlic. he served her a gorgeous meal topped with a little spoonful of creamy ricotta. to show appreciation, she baked dark chocolate cake, sprinkled with sea salt. and they celebrate slow.
